Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

Potema was not skilled in the field of fighting. She failed to think that the wolf would not stop moving and because of her lack of insight, stumbled at the sudden collision, nearly dropping her mother's pelvis in the process. It succeeded in tripping her up as she scrambled away, but the white witch managed to return to her feet quickly. The elder white wolf, was quick to attempt to drag her down. Fangs on her cheek, Potema growled over the bone. Damned cannibal! She hissed, trying to shock the wolf with the knowledge that it was a wolf bone. Regardless if it would work, Potema dragged her self away, feeling a sharp sting of pain as blood was drawn. No matter. It was her duty to protect the bone on its passage to Blackfeather Woods to join her mother's skull. She would have suffered anything to get it there. Successful in dragging herself away, Potema would keep running, her gait staggering as she tried to right herself.