Blackfeather Woods Black or White, no Gray

Potema looked worse than Damien expected. Only her thick fur hid her thin frame from the view, but Damien knew her, and her gaunt face was not the one he was expecting. They were all getting worse, sick and hungry, and there was nothing anyone could do about it except waiting for the herds to come back.

And right the wrongs.

"I don't believe Burke is fit to lead us anymore..." commented the Dark prince with an air of confidence, although he truly feared what the priestess would say. She, in his eyes, was the embodiment of Meldresi's wisdom. Potema like no one else in the pack knew the Brotherhood and it's intentions, so her opinion on the matter was substantial.

Damien felt no need to mention Malice or her offspring, it was pretty obvious they were the reason for all of this.