Blackfeather Woods In the Shadow of the Moon (Pack Activity!)

Her brothers' return was bittersweet for her. It seemed that while they were gone, they had grown closer together while the gap between them and her and lengthened and deepened. It frustrated her. She wanted them to be together, the trio they were born as, as they were meant to be.

When her mother called for the pack, she responded with a jolt excitement, pushing the yearning aside. Tonight was the night! The blood moon that her mother spoke of time and time again was here. She, like her mother, felt the magic in the air tonight, pulsing around her. She ran towards her mother's call, eager to see the spells she would weave in front of the pack, to hear the chants, to see the magic work right in front of her eyes.

Potema arrived at the temple, being one of the last to arrive, but it was fashionable, in her mind. The princess strode over to her mother and father, placing herself on the other side of her brother Damien, not as close as she wanted to be, but close enough to satisfy her. She, like Cicero, found solace in his presence. He was the largest, the strongest, their protector. And she wanted to be close to him, especially after being away for so long.