Blackfeather Woods There is definitely something rotten in the state of Camazotz

There is nothing in response, and Potema isn't surprised. She sighs, the noise like a deflating balloon as her shoulders relax. She turns to the sound, more in the general direction than simply fixing on the unknown woman's body. I know you're here, She calls out into the darkness, though her voice betrays more of her exhaustion. She knows it can't be one of her children; they wouldn't hide from her, not even when they were younger. I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm the pack's healer. She turns back to the warm-toned wolf. But I do not expect you to believe me, She mutters, mostly apathetic, settling her heavy weight on her haunches rather than letting it pull on her spine.