Blackfeather Woods We have a list of people we would take

She was late, but she was indeed busy. She was preparing fetishes, little pockets of her power that she could use for warding. She hadn't charmed them yet, simply gathering together the physical properties first. But Damien's howl summoned her, drawing her away from her task. She lingered reluctantly, wondering how freaking important was this, bro before wandering through the tunnels in search of his presence.

Her head poked out from a tunnel in the border, soon hearing voices nearby. A recruit then? Potema walked towards them, their scents becoming clear. There were quite a lot of people by the border for one recruit...wait...

The recruit, who was awfully close to Nemesis, was also pregnant. An unknown male lingered nearby; the woman's mate? She arrived just in time to hear the woman's proposal of her gifts to Damien, and she sat by her brother's side, squinting judgingly at the pregnant woman. I'll be the judge of your herbal abilities. She prided herself in her knowledge, knowing that whatever this woman knew, she would know just a bit more. And that was enough for the Listener (she adored this title) to feel smug. Her gaze turned towards the male, wondering what he had to offer. He would be one free to move around without pups in her womb.