Blackfoot Forest brown sugar

A while ago there were packs to the east of them. It pleased Potema that this was no longer true.

She crossed the faded borders of this pack — she hadn't even known the name of it, nor who led them — feelt a rush of pride that they no longer had interference from the east. She mockingly scuffed the ground where the borders once lay, now decaying. She had no herbs to make a hex or fetish, but the words came to her lips all the same. Kostagon daor lentor mazverdagon kesīr. She hissed.

They needed no other rival this close to them. Their pack was growing, filling with pups that needed to be fed. She relished the thought of a competitor disappearing to the winds before winter arrived.

She hardly noticed the slim figure as she finished her makeshift curse, venturing deeper into the woods to explore the dark forest.