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Me and Potie right now

It took her awhile, but soon Potema stood at the edge of the dry bridge, looking down its length to Nightcaller Temple. She breathed softly, feeling the rush of memories that soared into her brain. She was now the only wolf in the Brotherhood with the power to use the Temple as it was intended. Kove, while a priest, did not know that proper rituals. Perhaps she should teach the northerner, in the case that something happened to her or she wandered off somewhere for too long, but she wanted to savor the feeling of being special, important.

Potema stepped forth towards the Temple, faintly seeing its glowing vistage in the distance. She walked quietly towards the monolith before the air around her shifted. Potema's head turned and she met the pale gaze of her eldest brother. A smile crossed her face. Hello Damien.