Blackfeather Woods Strong Determination, Deadly Intentions

  A swarm of releif washed over her as she got the order from the Alpha. One more minute there and she would probably explode. She stood up from her place beside Potema and followed Cicero to the infirmary, where he asked if she would wet some moss. Nodding her head, she grabbed the plant in her jaws and followed the young wolf to a puddle of water nearby. She dipped her muzzle in the water, along with the moss. She felt her tail twitch with anxiety, but quickly stopping it. "Let's head back."