Blackfeather Woods Strong Determination, Deadly Intentions

The young princess was growing more and more bold and defiant as she and her brothers grew up. She was not the calm priestess like her mother, instead taking from her father, Bane (or Keithen now) with her outspoken, abrasive nature. She was not as violent and bloodthirsty as her father, but that was because she had not been blooded yet. But regardless, she was to be trained as a priestess and a healer, not an assassin or spy like her brothers.

She was returning from one of her excursions looking for herbs that her mother tasked her to find. A month ago, she would be restricted to herbs in Blackfeather, but as she grew older and the seasons changed, the Snow Princess could venture out beyond borders to search for herbs. In her jaw was a tightly wound bundle of leaves, roots and flowers, all surrounded by broad leaves to keep her saliva from mixing with the herbs. She crossed back into pack borders and was instantly shrouded by the Woods' gloom, a familiar touch on her back.

There was one more herb she needed to find: a mushroom located in the Mire. It was for healing, Burke's in particular. While she was not allowed to see the gray male, her herb searches were helpful in bringing him back to health. As she treaded carefully through the muck and mire, the princess paused. She heard another wolf's steps through the mud. Deep in Blackfeather territory she had no reason to hide, but she wondered who else would be so entrenched in the fetid mire?