Blackfeather Woods Through the Cold

The infirmary was up ahead, but Potema took her sweet time navigating there, slowing her pace until was shoulder to shoulder with the gray and white wolf, making it easier to speak with him than simply turning back. She made sure her seeing eye was at his side, preventing him from talking to his pale, sightless optic. I doubt anyone, anything can survive something like that alone, The storm had frightened her, to say the least. For the sake of her children, the herbs, the rest of the pack. No, he was right to come here. But will you stay when it goes? She wondering if he was interested in their tenets at all. She would not blame him for making a decision of life and death, 

Blackfeather was smaller then, and my mother, Meldresi, was busy building up the pack. She loved us, but we were left alone many times, She never hated her mother for it, understanding her meanings completely. We were raised as religiously, but not strictly; we ran around exploring. We were taught how to fight and hunt, and I was taught herblore and the duties of a priestess,