Greatwater Lake Ring around the rosie

Potema looked the wolf up and down, suspicious at her smile. What did she want? Mama had told her that the pack had enemies all around, and that's why they had to learn secret methods of murder, to keep them safe. She told her about false smiles that people used to hide their true feelings, but assassins were the masters of that. Could this woman be an assassin like from the Dark Brotherhood, or a rogue one? Beware...she will hurt...beware... Potema jerked at the familiar voice that rang out among the low whispers that sang through her brain night and day.

She decided to ignore it, this time. "Princess Potema of Blackfeather Woods." She said regally (and grammatically correct), intoning the words she had practiced many a time. She had heard from Mama that princesses and other royalty had very long names that went on, and on, and on. But she didn't have that many titles yet. "Wat'd jou want?"