Blackfeather Woods What's a boy to do.

Potema tended to sleep a lot between her training sessions with Burke. And her dreams were strange. She saw many things in her dreams, and blood was in most, if not all of them. Blood on trees, blood on grass, blood in water, blood on rocks. Sometimes there were dead bodies, some with their eyes open. Usually another wolf accompanied them, and they all had the signature red paw-print of the Dark Brotherhood emblazoned on their shoulders. They would say things that she could half understand, and rarely remember, but those dreams always ended in the same way.

With those orange eyes.

The princess awoke at the sound of a voice cutting through the fog of her nightmares, and she was blessed to find that it was a familiar one. Her brother's. Unluckily for her, he was on her blind side, and she had to turn fully to see him.

He had healed well from whatever episode he had gone through. Mother cleaned him up, but instructed Potema to help as well, placing poultices on his wounds where instructed. Mother did not explain what had happened to him, but Potema knew. She had told her what happened to her brother. And Potema was a little scared. "Yeah, I'm awake." She yawned, wincing as both of her eyes closed reflexively. "Are you ok now?"