Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

Potema's ears had pricked at Kove's familiar tones. So he was back, huh? She was certain that Damien would be livid - she was, for sure - but Kove must have had good reason to leave so suddenly after the Burke, Malice and their spawn had escaped. He wouldn't just desert the Dark Brotherhood; his son and mate were stil here. No, he must have something: information, a pup perhaps.

A pup...

She arrived to hear her brother's angry snarl. She ran her nose along his side, calming the cold rage she felt pulsating from his body. Her eye was firmly trained on the small black bundle that wriggled towards Nemesis in hungry desperation. Is that one of Malice's? She asked, stepping forward tentatively, sniffing the pup gently. Kove, where did you find it? The nuturing, priestly side of her came out now at the sight. It was clear that Kove brought this pup, whosever child it was, for the Dark Brotherhood's uses alone. That brought out what strange affection she had.