Blackfeather Woods The sunlight hurts my eyes

Being vague about the aftermath of the Pack Activity thread

Potema was still sore from the mark etched into her body, but she was proud of it. She and her brothers were the only ones to have that mark, not even her mother or father had it! It marked them, blessed them, as special, above the rest of the pack and even the Dark Brotherhood. They had been born and raised in these Woods, with Dark Brother ideals in their minds from the start. Of course they should be marked. 

Despite her soreness, Potema prepared her den for winter, packing her den full of warm insulation made from moss and furs, creating an overhang over the entrance of her den in Redgrove to keep the snow from drifting in. It was arduous work, but she needed it. Taking a break, the princess sat down near her den, her chest rising and falling quickly as she regained her energy.

The White Princess cocked an ear towards a rustling sound nearby. She turned her head towards it, seeing the bushes shake in the distance. Curious, and secretly hoping it was a rabbit or something small as her stomach growled, she rose, creeping towards the sound. She got in close, seeing a bright white pelt. Her sight was fuzzy from this distance and the obscuring bushes weren't helping. Thinking it was one of the white deer that lived in Blackfeather, she charged forward, ramming into the small body and easily pinning it down, her fangs bared, ready to bite down on it's neck — "What in Sithis'—" She cursed, realizing what she had done. "Who are you?"