Blackfeather Woods Not much time to lose

Winter was coming soon, prompting the witch to go into stress mode. She feverently gathered herbs, but now she was categorizing them, stacking them and wrapping them in little bundles that she, if ever rendered blind, could still successfully search through by scent alone. She did her best to separate them by use: healing herbs here, poisons tucked away somewhere where no pup could find them and accidentally swallow one. Poppy seeds she kept in a scoop in the earth. She tried to encourage spiders to weave their webs nearby, but they seemed to favor Namira's Entrance. All of the bugs in the Mire, she thought.

She separated her bundle, sending off Seff to go explore somewhere. As much as she would love to teach him, she found that she was too stressed to be pleasant and patient to him. Crescent was constantly on her mind, along with Nemesis and her pups, and @Althaia 's future ones. Would the girl actually stay with them? Or would she somehow escape like Malice did not too long ago. Potema scowled, trying her hardest to focus on her work instead of worry about the what ifs.