"Oh,but I'm not finished! I haven't even started yet! The winter I was born,the camp had caughten a disease that killed many wolves. There was a cure enough for the other wolves,but what did your father do? He ate it all so he wouldn't get sick. His excuse was that he needed to stay strong. In that winter alone,my mother AND my father died! So don't even say he was a good leader!" she barked,pure anger in her voice. [Ha,I love making up stuff.]