Blackfeather Woods Wicked sitar rift

Potema was more interested in the pup than the politics between the new king and his followers. Burke was gone. Malice was gone. Their pups, regrettably, were gone. It was over. If they ever found them again, they would die by Brotherhood paws, but until then, they were nothing to obsess about. In return for their departure, Kove had brought a warrior to their service.

She pushed past Nemesis, gently sniffing the small creature. She barely registered her brother's command request to have another name for the pup.

"Honestly I like Qilaq-" She wanted to say, but kept her mouth shut, knowing that would end her head being torn off her body and displayed on the Blackfeather borders (metaphorically, she hoped). The witch raked through her brain for proper names for the pup.

Xivilai. She said after a brief moment of thinking. Ziv-ill-ai. It is the name of a species of Daedric warriors who serve Mehrunes Dagon. She looked towards her brother, knowing that his ego would be stroked by the lore behind the name. It would be a good name for the pup, but she had a feeling that Kove and Nemesis would not be content with their pup being forcibly named. She shrugged it off; it was not her problem. The pup was.