She followed mother home, having little time to spare. Her form was in ruins, bones visible and eyes tired. Weak she was, but she was back; she had returned to her very home she had wandered away from. Thanking Arlo for all he did she hadn't gotten to, for she had been too excited to reunite with her mother once more. She couldn't wait to see her sister and brothers and munch upon a recent or old kill from the dark woods.
He came when he was summoned. The form of his niece was much like his own now, looking worn and bones sticking out. "You found her." The words were directed at Potema, a hint of admiration hidden within. Sheogorath nosed Potema's cheek in brief greeting before turning to his niece. A silent greeting was extended in the form of a nose to the top of her head. The moment was brief though affectionate, a physical gesture of 'welcome back'.
He heeds the call, sensing the excitement in it and following it to its source. He knows the reason behind her howl long before he arrives, but he comes to confirm. With a smile, he approaches Potema, nodding in approval. Cicero is already close to her, nuzzling her fur, while he tentatively approaches Koume with a rumble. Arlī rytsas tala hen tala hen ñuha mandia.