Blackfeather Woods boy's night out

"There is a chance that they will look like me." Her previous litter had only one black wolf that survived, Damien, though Potema had her eyes. "But I will not know until they arrive." She felt the fast battering again and shut her eyes, appreciating the soft massage it gave to her. At least these pups knew how to treat their mother, she thought, amused.

"You know Xan?" She asked, blinking curiously. "I have heard of him. What is he like?" She made her question sound innocent, but what would he suspect from her asking? He was merely a child.