Blackfoot Forest brown sugar

Absently, she wondered what kind of place Blackfeather Woods was. It had produced a wolf like Potema, a creature wheathered beyond her age. I will come to visit, then! Just as soon as I am able, she promised in a voice so eager and sincere that it brooked no argument.

With her nose to the ground, Starbuck began to search for water. There hadn't been rain recently enough to leave puddles, but surely they could find something. Her ears swiveled, first searching for the sounds of water, then towards Potema. Starbuck lifted her head. How have you done it? she asked. Water was almost always available, if you knew where to look. It was Starbuck's medium of choice.