On the third resting day of winter, our daughter has been born: Arina, Ragna immediately named her. Arina Copperwolf—just like her mother. I'd rather she listen to Wolf instead of Wurm, anyway. My teachings are harsher and angrier. I'd like to protect Arina from that, if I can. Na is weak and likely bound to bed and blanket until she heals. The elders are watching her and Arina while we repair the outer walls of the settlement. Although winter is fresh, it knocks at our door with a sturdy fist.