Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

I should respond to this before I go on absence > - >'''''

Potema responded quickly to her brother's call. She wasn't doing much before Damien's howl summoned the pack together, too angered at Burke and Malice's final betrayal to do much. The witch left her moping point to gather around her brother, knowing that this was Damien's first summons as leader of Blackfeather Woods. This was important, a monumental event.

It would be when they received their red marks.

It was a long time coming, this marking. They had received marks for being born under the canopy of the dark Woods, important marks on their own, but nothing compared to this. The red mark brought them into the fold of the Dark Brotherhood, finally bringing them into the organization their mother had founded moons ago. The Spiderlings were coming into their own.

She was still angered by Burke and Malice's departure with her pups, but no matter. More would come. She was far from her time, but Nemesis wasn't. They would have pups come fall, she knew. But pups could wait. The Dark Brotherhood would expand threefold tonight. She sat their beside her brother, her tail wagging in anticipation to feel the dye-soaked paw on her left shoulder, opposite of the spider drawn into her skin. It would be a marvelous feeling, she was sure.