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The newcomer to their den was met with mixed feelings from little Winter. At first he regarded her with quiet curiosity and rather fancied the idea of a new playmate, until Отец explained that Pele would be staying with them. He had frowned at the idea; it was fine to have a kid around for a little while, but permanently?

Nope. No thanks.

She didn't even want to do anything with him when he attempted to initiate a friendly wrestle or poke fun, so Winter couldn't understand why she couldn't go back to her own home. Having her there, sucking the fun out of everything, upset the balance of what had been normal to him. Winter mulled over it regularly, but a call from a stranger served as a decent distraction. He abandoned his harassment of Juniper to ho to his father at once, pleading to join him.

The she-wolf that Отец moved to welcome was one that Winter did not know, but he deemed her safe by his sire's reaction to her presence. He moved in too, happy to investigate this unfamiliar adult, and weaved his little body between her forelimbs to mouth needily at her ankles.