The Heartwood the dark half

*destroys this family meeting*

She had woken in the middle of the night, her body stretching. She found no tiny warm presence, nor heard a soft snuffleing snore. Potema rose, her nose twitching. She searched her den, and without finding him, moved to the herbstore. She moved up to the surface, a fear that had been lingering in the back of her mind since Seff had arrived. What if he left? What if he disappeared like Qilaq had? It was something Potema never wanted to happen; she had grown attached to the child. Perhaps Mephala had brought him to her; her training for the children soon to come, but regardless Potema had become attached. And like a proper mother, she sought out after him.

She moved quickly and quietly through the Woods, unwilling to wake up anyone, especially not Damien. As she moved closer to the border she found his scent, moving outward west-and-north. Potema scowled, wondering why the child decided to leave so suddenly, but she moved after him, urgency driving her body towards her apprentice.

She was no tracker, but his scent was unmistakable. Potema latched onto the trail, half aware that she was now in the Heartwood, only focused on his scent growing stronger and stronger with each passing step. It wasn't long before she heard his voice. Her ears cocked up expectantly. Seff! The woman called, trotting towards the soft sound. She didn't fail to notice the other, older feminine voice answering his. As his form became clear in the darkness, she ran to him, tail hiked over her back as she snarled at the pathetic looking woman. Who are you? She hissed vehemently.