a night so black that the darkness hummed

Hello! PP-ing Potema

At two months old, she saw that her pups were beginning to develop their own personalities and interests. Damien, naturally aggressive as he was born, was gravitating towards the art of war. Potema had begun following her around, poking her nose into the herb store, and watching wide-eyed when her mother mixed together a poultice. She had no idea what Cicero was interest in yet. He had plenty of time.

Meldresi was out and about in the woods, followed closely by a white little bush, speckled lightly on her back with gray. At the moment, the priestess was gathering basic herbs for battle kits. With the fights with Swiftcurrent, and the infighting between the horny males of her pack, the herb store was running low. Potema clasped a partially full fern wrap under her chin, leaving her mouth open to ask many a question. She was in the process of asking another when an unfamiliar howl caught the queen and the princess' attention. Meldresi was wary at first, and was ready to send Potema home, but she recognized the voice. The female from the sea, who frequently poked her head close to Blackfeather borders, but never crossing. Her daughter would be safe, but at a distance.

"Stay close, Potema." She ordered the young girl, who squeaked a muffled response, before heading towards the border. A few moments passed, and she soon saw light and a silhouette in the distance. She turned again and snapped an order at her daughter to stay in the bushes, knowing she would blend in easily with the snow, while she strode forward to greet the black-headed coywolf. Her dark blue eyes quickly observed the bloody carcass at her feet, before she spoke. "Why did you call?" She said without mentioning the carcass.