[Winter is, in fact, sitting on a park bench with a book, as is her norm; she's got an odd blue plushie cradled in one arm. The young girl's voice pulls her out of her book, though, and she sticks a bookmark in her book before turning her attention to her. Aaaand the wolf next to her. The... oddly docile wolf? In any event, she watches the seeds go into the ground and smiles... and then her mouth falls open in disbelief when they bloom into flowers, leaving her book behind and moving over to look more closely, paying Crixus no heed for the moment.]

W-wha... but... that's impossible...!