The Sunspire it's only your imagination again.

Close, ah? she questions, humming quietly in serious mock thought. That's a tough one, Winter. I mean. Opposite of. The smirk sitting behind her eyes brightened when Summer requited her play and it made her feel comfortable and safe in another's company. She hadn't felt this way since she was at Hanging Rock, glad to not be walking on eggshells around her new pack mates.

Well, Winter is cold. Opposite of cold is hot. So, it's gotta be... Hot Stuff, yeah? she asks, winking. Your parents musta had high expectations, dontcha think? she laughs, shuffling a step back until her rump hit the ground for sturdiness.