Blackfeather Woods Hush hush, the world is quiet

Potema was used to waking up with her children sprawled about her in strange positions. She's learned to ignore them for now, especially with winter here, cold as ever, though she fears that as they grow in weight and size they would keep up such habits. No, for now she allows them to lay about her, briefly waking up at random times to count them and make sure they are all in the comfort of her embrace.

This was another random wake up, Potema's bleary eyes opening briefly. She counts how many different bodies she feels on her, pausing as she counts only three. Panic sets in, almost making her lurch and pull out of her den, but the woman settles as she hears the soft cry. Potema's eyes settle on the young girl, recognizing the faded red mark. Koume. Potema smiles, nearly squeeing with excitement. Yes Koume, Mama's right here, She coos, trying not to wake up the others.