Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

Potema returned the kiss with a small one of her own, quick, but not without love. This was her (foster) dad, after all. "I guess." She shrugged, trying not to remember what happened in there. "Mom nearly bit my tail off after I left." It was a good judgment call on her mother's part to sequester herself away as her symptoms got worse; if any of their pack members saw her like that, she would lose that royal mystery she always had about her. Keeping up the persona was the key to her power, in a sense. "And I'm going to smell like shit for days." She pouted.

Potema was uncertain about having new siblings. Like most children, she will most likely be jealous of the new kids, who would take up her mother's attention entirely. If that was going to happen, she needed to get her training done and fast before the little brats arrived. "Sure. I'm glad to have little fuzzballs stop my mother from teaching me and take up most of her time. I'm really happy about it."