King Elk Forest their fortunes for to try

his face lit up in a smile as she approached; she was the light of his life and he hoped she knew it. maybe he hadn't told her enough. aditya thought of going into that just now, but there was business at hand. the weather demanded an immediate response. it would be folly for him to put it off any longer.

we have a choice, he began, taking a deep, measured inhale. either we hunker down, wait for the weather to pass—or we move on and find a more permanent place to live. 

and there were no guarantees. the snow could last all winter. it would do neither of them any good to sit and wait for moons. on the other hand (paw?), they ran the risk of being stymied by the storm, stuck indefinitely in snowdrifts.

he cocked his head. what do you think we should do? aditya asked. a moment, then: what do you want to do?

despite his hatred of the season, he was ambivalent. he wanted to give his daughter the choice.