Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the Underworld

An assassin. She was definitely an assassin. The woman portrayed no emotion at her presence, only showing the motions of respect. Perfect. Just what they needed: someone cold and to the point. Potema smirked slightly, the corners of her mouth upturning. While the recent events that befell the pack were disheartening, she was glad to have something to look forward to in the upcoming weeks rather than months. She hoped this woman would stay, rather than stick to them until the famine had passed. My name is Potema, She introduced herself, wondering how the other pale woman would respond.