Blackfeather Woods We have waited long for the [M]aster's song and it's time to join in the chorus...

nem is out for now

 

The cries of four small children sent chills down her spine. Nothing good had come of their birth, in the dead of winter and she was sure that more than one would not survive. Cicero was ignorant of the fact they did not have the numbers to support so many children, and Potema was just as foolish. Did they not understand that it would now be by the sweat of her brow would the number of prey she needed to catch in order to support the pack now increased? Both Melonii's had been lacking any support that their leadership ranks required. Neither had done much at all to prove they deserved to be in such a position, she seethed quite sourly. Adding a full new brood to the list of burdens the Melonii family brought did not help their credibility, in Nemesis's eyes. Her patience was running thin, and as the Dark Master, she knew very well that it was by her discretion that the children lived. It was a fact she toyed with multiple times a day. The dark woman sunk further into the shadows.