Nova Peak They'll be here pretty soon

"You are curious about the laurel?" Asra moved them forward with her paw, offering them to the child, "they grow only in the mountains. It's quite rare to find then still blooming this late." Especially since majority of them were already wilted, it was definitely the sign autumn was here, and winter was just around the corner. 

It would her third winter. Being born around the autumn season, the first one was not remembered much. She remembered blurrs of white and her parents arguing upon the meals that would arrive, and wondered why they had a litter so late in the year. The second was easier for the frost-woven wolf, for she could take care of herself, and provide more help to the court. She was glad, this season as well, was settled with another group.