Blackfeather Woods I remember there was mist...

Potema kept Cicero on her good side; at this point she was too afraid of having someone lurking in the bitter darkness of her left half. It was a chilling feeling, despite what Burke said about her having to train to use her other senses. She was not ready for such a feat yet. Meanwhile, she kept her nose to the ground, searching for her favorite mushrooms, and some others that her mother could use.

"No." She had never bothered with seeing other packs, always too focused on her priestess and healer training to explore. She had met other wolves, however, and had ventured past pack borders many a time, but venturing towards a pack's territory had never intrigued her as much as it had with Cicero.