Blackfeather Woods Silver, black and red.

Mostly for @Silver and @Scamp, but AW!

Potema was somewhat aware of the two new wolves who had been accepted into the pack, but their presence was all but ignored by the witch. She had more important things to do than meet and greet with two wolves who's loyalty she doubted. The herbstores needed to be filled, for the pups, for Kendra, for their rituals. While she had taken a few excursions out beyond Blackfeather Woods, there were plants that they could use here for various treatments; such as moss.

Moss was easy to find, but hard to transport. They had grown back quickly following the locust attack, but she had more important things to do than worry about lichens and the like. Now, she scraped the sides of trees in search of the absorbant plant, balling up clumps of them and bringing them towards one of the various entrances of Mephala's Web, where she would later bring them down towards Ilnalta - no, Meldresi's Keep.

Scamp Blackfeather's life had taken a good turn, and though he still couldnt figure out how to form the words he'd learned, he was becoming more aware. Today he was tramping his way through the forest on his own, looking for Damien. He was thee Dark Master, the leader Scamp had wished for, and the dark man had taken him in as a sort of minion, it seemed. 
He came across a pretty white female this day, and was drawn to her aura of power just as he was the forest itself. He stopped a couple paces away with a chuff of greeting, tipping his face curiously at her and cupping his flame colored ears towards Potema.

After the whole run in with Nemesis, Silver decided to steer clear of the woman and try to meet the others with the time she had left being on probation. The tyro trotted through the land, carefully watching where she stepped before smelling the scents of two others. One she recognized, it was the female she had met a little while ago before the crashing of Moonlit.

Heading over with cautiousness, the silhouette looked over to the two. One with fire in his fur, the other with a ghostly aura. She was farther away than the fire wolf, not even chuffing in greeting. The last thing she wanted was to be yelled and attacked again. She slunk back a bit, unsure of what to do.

Two wolves approached her, slightly annoying the normally solitary witch, though they would both prove useful. Seeing as she had never seen either of them in Blackfeather Woods (she had met Silver before, however), she instantly knew that her brother had recently brought them in on a trial. They were mere apprentices to her, and apprentices did all of the dirty work.

Help me carry this moss. She said without introducing herself, gesturing to the piles she had already amassed.

Another female approached, this one just some shades darker than the first. His attention averted, a goofy grin spread ivory across his maw, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. His red tail wagged behind him, and he gave a woof of joy. Two pretty females right here, nothing could make this bad, right?
Potema made noises in the language most of the Teekon's spoke, falling upon unknowing fire colored ears. His aqua eyes darted to the snowy princess in question, but it was her motion that he understood. He moved forward eagerly on his wide paws, cramming as much as he could in his jaws. Thankfully, he stopped before it began to crush into useless green chunks, stepping forward and looking over his shoulder to the Spiderling for another movement.