Blackfeather Woods Inside my home I wait and bleed [m]

Potema, had the word been known to her, was a woman of science. She viewed everything in a clinical, analytical, detached manner, only ever feeling intrigue or curiosity towards most topics. Even the birth of her siblings. When she smelled those tell-tale signs, the ones she had detected faintly once on Scarlett's litter, she rushed down the Glen's gently sloping side, seeing her father there. She nosed in past him, shoving her muzzle into the den, only to be nicked by her mother's snapping fangs. The young princess jumped back, surprised at her anger, only to look at Burke and understand. Ah. Females get touchy when they give birth. Noted. A mother's anger is fierce when defending her pups. Even towards her own children. A voice murmured, and she agreed. She wouldn't be surprised if her mother attacked Burke one day if she got too close. By the Void, she would actually love to see that.

When they arrived, Potema cocked an ear from the corner she had settled herself into. The whimpers and whines were all too familiar to her. Rejoice! The voice crowed. Two new souls have been born into Sithis' service. She looked towards her brother Cicero, a myriad of emotions on her face. What would this mean for them now that they had been, in all purposes, replaced?