Blackfeather Woods The Wild Hunt [pack hunt]

Potema pouted at her brother. Late. As always. He was probably just snoring away, as usual. Really, he was a prince; he should be prompt, not lazy and late like rabble. It was their first hunt, too. "You shouldn't be late." She said softly to her brother, ignoring their playful push. The white princess, dusted slightly with ash, stood close to her mother, a bit farther away from her brothers. She sat there, regal and proud by the queen, where a princess belonged.