Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

Potema idolized her mother. She loved the dyes her mother had dancing across her side, especially the red pawprint. With the snowmelt, Potema took the opportunity to put designs on her side, using mud. She found that by rubbing her sides on different colored mud, she found had different streaks of color from black, black-green (from the swamps), and brown. The princess actually found red mud! Now...if only she could make in into a pawprint..

But she could not mull over that for any longer. Her mother had called the pack together for a meeting, and bid that they bring food. Potema squeaked happily. She had the perfect thing to bring to the pack, for whatever this was. She'd never had a pack meeting in her life.

The white princess ran towards her little hiding spot, where she kept the crow she found dead on the ground, and the giant crickets from the swamp. The pack would enjoy the meal; she was certain. Potema clasped her prize and teetered towards the meetingplace, one of her favorite spots in all of Blackfeather: Wispmother's Grotto.

She was late to the party; already most of the pack was there, including her brothers. She hardly recognized the others, and instead scrambled to her mother and yelped at her. "Look mama!"