Blackfeather Woods dark hiding place

Potema didn't flinch at Damien's rage, instead feeling her own anger grow. I am aware of what it would entail for me to bring him in in this state, She hissed, her eye narrowing as she stood in front of Crescent's frame. She wasn't that stupid. She was painfully aware of winter's onset as fruits ripened in their attempt to spread their lineage before winter froze them under snow and ice.

If we nurse him back to health, he could be an asset to us through the winter, Despite his malnourished state, Potema had seen the promise of a warrior or scout in him. He could be useful. Couldn't Damien see that? Yes, we have more mouths to feed, but we need more hunters as well. How was he supposed to continue their Mother's lineage if there was no one to feed the children that they bore? But if you won't take him in, I will take care of him myself. I made a promise, Damien.