Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
"Our dad made a deal with our mums to have us. He sometimes stops by every few years. But you know, we were rich, so Mum and Auntie Winona were all right."
"Bit of a strange thing to me, but your mum's got the right to choose things like that."
"Most humans wouldn't. You have to marry when you have kids, that's the thought, mostly."
"Nah. I feel sorry for all three of them. It's bad all 'round. Yvonne's right to follow what she wants, but the cubs are right to feel sad about it too."
"I'm going to go and take pictures of the wolf-kitten crossover cuddle. What's left of the internet will thank me."
"The web can try and fail to bite my fuzzy tail, me being wolfy is allll mine, not the internet's."
"...Fine. I'll explain. It's... My not-dad's a wolf, right? My not-siblings are wolves. If I'm a wolf too, I maybe gonna get lumped in with them. People will pester me all the time, oh you should play together, you would be cute, packs stick together. I don't want that, not one bit. So I'm cutting it off at the source, yeah?"
"I can at least slow it down by not being obviously wolfy in public as much. Which sucks that I have to do that, because being wolfy is great, but what am I gonna do, huh?"