Blackfeather Woods The sunlight hurts my eyes

Potema stared at Xan after his response, blinking at him curiously. Then she laughed. It was mocking and sharp, mirth spawned from the stupidity of others. She wandered away, keeping her back to him as she chortled, her sides heaving. "Are you that idiotic?" She spat between her slowing chuckle. The Princess turned around and walked over to the pup. "No one informed you about royalty? I am the daughter of a Queen and a King. I am a Princess." She sat down in the bushes, careful not to snag her pelt on any of the thorns of branches of the red flowers. "My brothers, who I hope you'll meet, are Princes." She chuckled softly, still wondering who forgot to tell him about the leaders of this pack and what they must be properly called.