(This poem takes place between ”The Gathering Storm (Part 4) and Part 5, and is a part of the ”Return of the Fierce Ones” storyline – see listing for related stories.)
We face an uncertain future
A danger we long feared
Now nothing seems quite sure
Now that old threat has again reappeared
Two unborn cubs, two mates
Close ones to worry for
What will be their fates?
The worst, I just won't settle for!
Daughter with cub her own —
Farscout, Brightwood, Blacksnake, watch enemies —
Four young ones barely grown —
Too few remaining home in our Dentrees —
Precious Healer, ready to fight —
Chief with much to lose —
Shapers helping prepare this site —
Lookouts posted in mere threes and twos —
Too much to think about!
So many to worry for
There's no time for doubt
I'll just do what I'm here for