Blackfeather Woods I need a gangsta

Althaia's mate, baby daddy, whatever, had disappeared a while back — something Potema regarded with little interest and a slight hint of disgust. It's effect on Althaia hardly swept through Potema's mind, until now. She looked at the whirlwind of emotions on the future mother's face with worry, half hoping that it was merely hormones that pushed her this far out of Blackfeather territory.

No matter what you think of us, She said softly, We are your best bet of keeping you and your pups alive through winter. Travelling would be slow going with pups so close to arrival — the Caldera was close, but still away a bit — and once they did come...how would she hunt? She would starve first, if she didn't freeze.