Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

Potema wanted her eyes to narrow even further to show her disapproval, if such a thing were possible. At the same time, she wanted to be calm and cool like her mother, letting insults wash over her, or fierce and brave like Burke. The girl was caught in between those to reactions, her face scrunched up in anger, yet with a neutral body position. Such a confused child you are...A voice laughed from the depths of her mind. You are neither of them, yet both. You react how Potema would, not Mother or Burke. Potema ignored it, as always, but it was right. Of course she was. "And you're not that much better." She finally pouted. Teenagers, am I right?

When the unknown stalker set his eyes upon her own blind one, Potema had to suppress a shudder of discomfort. She donned a mask of annoyance, haphazardly made as it was, but was painfully aware of the pit of disgust and embarrassment in her stomach that she had always associated with long stares at her white eye.

She was not certain what to think when he voiced an ominous prophecy. It did, why wouldn't it? She was a homesick child, after all. But she grew more and more cautious as she over-analyzed the statement. The wind had shifted before he said so, didn't it? She had felt the slight breeze on her back, the wind heading towards this dark wolf. Her scent was carried with it. Did he know of Blackfeather Woods? Was he an enemy (wasn't everyone?)? "Doesn't it to every wanderer?" She deflected the question as best she could. "Doesn't it to you?" She could not smell his scent that well with this wind, but she had to assume that he had a home somewhere. Everyone did.