Blackfeather Woods you must know life to see decay.

im finALLY HEErE

Potema was not a warrior by any means. Her body was softer than most, kept lean only by her constant ventures out into the Wilds to find herbs, climbing over various terrains. But she was a defender, a protector of her mother's legacy. If it took preserving the traditions her mother had set, fine. If it took insulting her children, sure. If it took killing and maiming, so be it, she would do it gladly even if she didn't have the skill.

A group had entered the Woods. They made the mistake of coming close to the Temple, where Potema had been walking from, a fetish in her maw. She had the intent to extend the wards that she had put in place, to protect them from the soon-to-be invaders, but it dropped from her mouth at the unfamiliar voice screeching a challenge to the Woods. In the distance she could see three figures standing still. Gray and white, black and orange, stormy.

Potema slid forward, quiet as she could, before breaking into a trot and then a sprint, a blur of white and red and silver and blue, aiming at the young girl who had so foolishly yelled. She was acutely aware that there were more besides her, but in the wrath that filled her mind she did not care. It was a suicidal effort, she realized in her head. But if she died today Potema would be overjoyed. Dying in the protection and service of the Brotherhood, she would be returned to her mother and taken away from the hell that would become her life. If she did not, she hoped that she would strike a blow against the invaders, who had no doubt had more patrols swarming into the Woods as she charged, fangs dripping in frothing saliva.

Sithis qrimbrōzagon ao! She hissed as she burst from the shadows and aimed her teeth at the girl's neck. While she did not know of her companions hiding in the darkness, her voice would be like a signal for the rest of them to strike.

I'm really not trying to kill her off but she's just being an idiot right now