White stuff. The land was covered with all cold white stuff. Pretty Rhett said the white stuff was called snow. Snow. Snow. Snow. She liked the snow. She liked how the snow would flatten underneath her ebony paws, but she didn’t like how her body would sink slightly. The young pup did enjoy running around in it and shoving Rhett and Gunsynd into the snow. It pleased her to no end to see the snow clinging to their frames. The best part of snow was jumping up in the air to catch the smaller snow, or snowflakes as Pretty Rhett referred, the deranged and ever so curious child grown to understand. Protector, Provider, and the wolf of She of Red and White all acted funny in Winter and the young girl couldn’t understand why. All three of them were moody and she learned quite quickly after nearly getting snapped at by Provider that her presence was not needed at this time. Though she was a young pup and demanded to see Provider, Protector and She of Red and White – they were her caregivers, her parents, and she would comfort that ache she had for wanting their attention.

Pretty Rhett and Gunsynd were somewhere else today prattling on about things and such. Nevermore was quite a patient creature and she enjoyed listening to the rhythm of their voices, the soothing base from her brother, and the melodic tenor of her best friend. Though today they were discussing things way beyond what she could wait to understand and so she decided to venture out to see if perhaps for a moment her parents could be a bit tolerable with her presence. She was to be the leader one day of the fields and when she grew up she would come to value such alone time, but for now, the young pup wanted to be in the presence of someone. She didn’t want the focus all on her she just wanted to be...around someone. Now that her legs were longer than usual she was a bit taller than she was before, and she was still growing, almost halfway to her proper height and weight. She would be massive like her Father, but extremely nimble and swift like her Mother – a deadly combination.

Sinister emerald eyes caught the sight of fresh blood that stained the pristine snow and she quickly followed it catching the scent of the one that lived with Protector and Provider. Eventually she would make it towards the den noticing the familiar shape of She of Red and White as she began to brutally devour her kill. Nevermore was not hungry and even if she was she knew how to catch her own meals. No longer did she need assistance in that area. With a soft whine she calls to She of Red and White, lowering her frame slightly into the snow so as to show she was not a threat and her eyes never stared at the meal, but focused solely on Flare. With a wave of her banner she would let out another soft whine as she inched a bit closer, but kept a fair amount of distance between them. Wondering if perhaps this time she wouldn’t be chased away.