Blackfeather Woods I will show you some tenderness

Poisons interested Potema far more than any other herb. She was amazed by how potent one little leaf or flower or root can be on the physiology of a wolf. Her mother told her of how, in kingdoms larger than their own, food would be poisoned before being served to a king. It could be hidden masterfully by an assassin, making it look like a garnish, especially if the flowers or leaves were brightly colored. Depending on the herb, death could be instantaneous, or drawn out to make it look like sickness. It didn't even have to kill either!

But that training session was over for the day; though her mother hinted at an even better way of teaching the usage of herbs, one that made the voices in her head, and herself, titter with excitement. They were going home now, to the ever increasingly cramped den now shared with three males, one full grown.

Potema liked Burke and all, but she didn't like how he was hugging the spotlight from all of them. Time and time again she saw her mother and Burke cuddling, with her mother nuzzling him as if he was one of her kids. Weren't they the same age? It was gross. But strangest of all, Burke was a Beta now...whatever that was. Damien was in the same line of confusion as she was, since he asked the gray warrior what in Sithis' name it meant. She couldn't hear Burke's answer, but her mother did, making Potema more annoyed. "What's a Beta, momma?"