Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

The scene had grown quiet, save for the white male and herself. It didn't make her nervous. It made her think clearer, made her consider things she wouldn't normally. Could they be family? Not that that changed anything. He was still a stranger, still questioned her, and it even seemed he would never trust her fully simply because of the blackfeather stink that clung to her pelt. Damn those shadows!

Potema. I must have a father somewhere too, but I don't know him. She answered. She was being real fucking honest here, but didn't know about careful. Potema didn't seem like someone who'd pick a fight, right? God, now she wished she had spent more time with her, perhaps to hear about whoever this guy was. So now you know who I am - but who are you? She asked, Lowering herself so her belly touched the ground to show she didn't mean it offensively. She just wanted to know who the hell she was dealing with here - what ties he had to her family. If they were family.