Blackfeather Woods main attraction in this twisted master plan

She locked eyes with Atshen after looking at her son's squirms, her gaze becoming increasingly cold the more she thought of what the boy's presence meant. Was it a warning from Nemesis? That she was always being watched? The witch did not back down from the molten eyes, her grip still tight on her youngest son, until a small head rammed against her paw.

Potema looked curiously at the platinum furred boy who pouted up at her. Potema mirrored the expression for a moment, before uttering a fake roar, her free paw lunging towards Vaati in an attempt to grab him too.