Meadowlark Prairie Searching For An Uncle Of A Friend

While they were subtle, Potema saw the twitches in the wolf's fur. It pushed her back on the edge she was gently moving away from. His words, awkward and biting back something, drove her nearly over it. I hope you do, She said, barely hiding the warning behind it. He knew of what Blackfeather Woods really was, in one way or another. How he knew and why he was holding back such anger wasn't her concern at the moment; she would not goade this wolf into a fight just to get a few measly pieces of information. She needed to get Seff home.

With the wolf quickly walking away, she picked the bundle back up. Let's go, Seff, She said, walking back towards Blackfeather. He wouldn't be the first to despise Blackfeather Woods, nor would he be the last.