Blackfeather Woods OHMIGOD

Unlike his witch sister, Damien did not realize Potema's death to even be a possibility. He was blinded by the prospect of the new life she'd bring to even see the dangers of it. To some, it would appear as though Damien didn't care about the well-being of his sister, and although they'd be right to some extent, Damien considered Potema to be strong enough to carry with the responsibility. Besides, she was a healer, trained in the magic arts and knowledgeable about herbs and remedies, she was unlikely to even suffer anyway.

For a moment Damien stood there, speechless, when Potema spoke about her. It was true, she would have stayed there with her daughter and make her days as comfortable as she could. She was amazing like that, a mother not only to her pups but also to every wolf that worked for her, and all were always safe under her guidance. But Damien could never be like that, or at least not so far. Potema's comment had clearly touched a part of Damien that had been secluded for too long, for his pale eyes were suddenly full of sorrow and pain, and the knot in his throat prevented him from even responding.