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Potema was already beginning her training maneuvering about without both eyes. She spent hours going about familiar landmarks, and attempting to use her sense of smell and hearing instead of sight. It was a slow and arduous process, and she was slowly losing her temper, but a gentle voice in her head urged her on, and she did, making her way to the borders. But there was something wrong about this visit to the borders. And as the dark undergrowth of the forest parted, she saw an unfamiliar figure sitting nearby the border: an intruder.

She had never thought of being a warden before - it's not like that wasbound to happen now, with her missing one eye - and she had never defended her territory either, like her brothers had, especially Damien. But there was a time that even a (future) priestess had to stand up and fight for a time. The nearly half-year old melted from the shadows, fixing the intruder with her half-blind gaze. "You're a bit too close, loner." She said, raising her tail like she had seen the older wolves do.