Phoenix Maplewood will rise up

wintersbane is tailed by not just one but two of his children.

he becomes aware of wayfarer first, if because of the girl's unceremonious topple over a pumpkin. her surprised yip draws her's father's attention and eyes and glacial gaze studies her — searching for any visible injuries — as he makes his way towards her. are you alright, wayfarer? wintersbane asks, tone soft and lingering with concern.

his gaze then rises towards makatza in the distance as she garners his attention upon her approach. though he cannot help but soften beneath her words, he does not forget that she has been causing issues among the pack as of late. issues that he knows he cannot allow to continue. he sees this day as an opportunity; however, to spend time with his daughters as well as give them an outlet.

hello makatza, wintersbane greets; reminding himself that their curiosity is natural and keeping them within the safety of the glacier's borders wasn't going to last forever. they are called pumpkins, wintersbane adopts his best 'teacher' voice, though it sounds no different than his usual smoky, rasping timbre. we don't need them ...but they're fun to chew on. and you can eat them.