Blackfeather Woods For the night is dark and full of stories

Potema is a strong independent princess and she don't need no man. She can do bad by herself.

Potema climbed up the log her mother was standing on, and nestled herself in between the dark front legs, snuggled at one of the strong limbs. She smiled and cooed, both at the stories and the strange voices that seemed to accompany the flying wisps. She had never seen a large gathering of wolves like this before. But their stories were nothing like mother's. Meldresi was certain to whip up something dark, chilling, and overall awesome.

But the mood was ruined as a tan wolf, a male, stood up and snarled. At her. Potema's brow furrowed with confusion, but as the large wolf grew closer, she bared thorn-sharp teeth defiantly, and snarled back. She didn't know why he had snarled at her, but she would not just let him threaten her, even though he was older and stronger. She was a princess.