Blackfeather Woods flashed junk mind

With winter fast approaching and her pups eager to leave her womb into the cold world, she had little time to organize the herbs remaining. She did her best to keep them safe and preserved, even as her growing children wore down on her body, urging her to sleep and eat and do little else. Eventually Potema couldn't ignore her exhaustion, leaving the herb store to find her den. 

When she exited the tunnels, she was stopped by a familiar sight. The boy with the Sight. She paused, breath clouding the air around them. Your name is Keelut, isn't it?