Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

Potema would speak to her mother more about this later, perhaps days later, when she wasn't grumpy after vomiting so much. She would start scouting soon, especially after the new litter was born. Her mother would want some space in her own den, and Burke probably wouldn't let anyone enter the den while his own children were so tiny and defenseless.

"I have to do a few things, gathering herbs and stuff." She shrugged, though she would relish spending more time with her father at another time. "As well as clean off this vomit smell." She wrinkled her nose goodnaturedly, smirking. With a hurried lick across her father's nose, she bounded off deeper into the Woods, hoping to find a clean basin of water to wash in as soon as possible.