Silverlight Terrace These bonds are far from broken

Her return to Teekon did come with a welcoming party, but it was not one that she enjoyed. A female with a coat similar to color but not in state of well-being limped in front of her. Potema would have growled "What do you want?" over her mother's bone had it not been for the hunger that radiated from this woman's eyes. Instantly a snarl billowed from the witch's throat. Her single eye blazed with warning though her fangs were kept locked over the pelvis. In her mind familiar words rolled through her mind as her stance became at once defensive and offensive:

Sithis, Bless us for your cause
Present to them your wrath
Scorn them, for they must be shown
Why they have invoked his wrath

Her intent would be to kill if this female wouldn't leave her alone — her duty was to protect this bone until it reached the safety of Blackfeather Woods, and send anyone who dared get in her way to the Void, or close to it. This starved creature looked close to death anyway. It would be a mercy — if Potema believed in such a thing.