Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

Potema frowned at the idea of leading a pack. Killing an entire pack sounded nice: she could do that by poisoning their food, of course, but leading? "You can get Damien to lead Bearclaw, if we ever find him." She hadn't seen her brothers since the storm, and while she would never say it, she missed them. Dearly. They were her kin after all, and the only wolves her age.

"Why are we wasting our time with Bearclaw anymore? It's too far gone, anyway." What would a hostile take-over achieve anyway? The other wolves there were too loyal to Raziel and Scarlett to let some wolf just kill their leader and take over. And besides, the place was far too bright. "Let's set up a place elsewhere, far from Blackfeather so we can keep an eye on the northern packs. Let Damien build his own pack. Cic' and I can help him." She smirked at the idea of those three having their own pack, or even just a wandering band, an assassin, a spy, a priestess, all working together to carve Mephala's name into Teekon Wilds.