Greatwater Lake Ring around the rosie

Potema was young and reckless, like her brothers. Unlike Cicero, she had not traveled far past their borders to the north, nor had she attacked a wolf like Damien. She simply frolicked in the dark woods, observing her mother when she had the time to teach her, but doing nothing of significance for most of her days.

With winter losing its grip, and the Dark Princess growing older, she decided it was high time that she left her dark home in search of new, interesting places. Like the Lake.

The Lake was not far from Blackfeather borders, and it was the first thing that caught the white and ash-dusted pup's eyes when she stumbled out of the darkness into the light of the world. Yipping, she ran towards the huge puddle, noticing that its hue matched her own eyes, which she had seen once or twice from reflections in muddy puddles. Potema splashed into the shallows, the water meeting her shoulders and hips. The princess danced along happily in the water, yipping, barking, and spewing out nonsense rhymes that only a child would understand.