Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

The tales did not interest her and neither did the man who told them. It was Potema's news of pregnancy that laid heavily on her mind and she could not get past it. It meant so many things, so many impending dangers; the winter, the challenge, the everything. The dark woman could not stay seething in the dark with no relief to her anger. Excusing herself, she picked herself up from the pile of children that had nestled around her and departed the scene in silence. The woman was of fury and rage, and so had her temper been instigated.