Blackfeather Woods That girl is poison

She was silent, thinking quietly about the future without her mother. Potema admired her. She was so brave despite the fate facing her, despite the fact that she had to tell her husband and child to their faces that she was dying. It must be a hard thing to do. She could not fathom it. Neither could she fathom having to tell someone to desecrate her own body. A bone? She knew such things were potent, but not her own mother's? But it was as her mother commanded, and as her mother commanded she turned and left the den. She had no other words to say; what could she say? She simply walked away, left to ruminate on the future, as bleak and bright as it was.