The call of the woman led Primrose out of the den. She followed her brothers, her flowers bright and healthy. As far as she knew, she was now a Flora-Felis hybrid; she had no idea that she had had power over ice from birth. She stepped forward, ahead of Tytos and Tyrion.
“Who are you? I’ve never met you. Mom never mentioned any friends; how did she know you?” The pup was reasonably suspicious; she knew her family history. Marigold had never introduced them to anyone. “What was our grandfather’s name?” she demanded; she was not a stupid girl. She was adventurous, yes, but this was just plain strange.
She began to get antsy, hoping that Nanala would not come out of the den. Sweet sister, she thought, stay hidden. Don’t come out, until this wolf goes away, we are alone, and Mom comes back. Then another thought struck her. “Where is our mom?”


“It’s not easy to love me; but you do it anyway.”