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Potema reached a glen, thick with life with the coming of spring. She had arrived just in time to harvest the new bounty that was flourishing in the Wilds. As soon as she came home, she would take Cicero with her to gather herbs — perhaps Damien too, if she could convince him. Had Inigo been with her, she would have commented on the smell of newly born plants in the night air, but the Mexican assassin had disappeared in the Hinterlands. A pang of loss struck her for a moment, but she tossed it aside. He would find her or go back home. Either way, he would be fine.

She continued forth into the foliage, the pelvis and its goods still tucked firmly in her jaws. The canopy was thick, like her home forest, but it was not dark and oppressive. Potema missed that, along with the harsh calls of ravens and crows as they flew above her. But, as the canopy was broken to reveal the stars above, Potema banished all thoughts of home for a brief moment. An admiration of the beauty above her took its place. She placed the pelvis down tenderly, then tipped her head back up towards the sky. Mother once said that the stars above were all of the souls that had escaped the Dark Brotherhood's grasp, laughing down at us, but that did not detract from their beauty.

Her ears cocked, she heard the sounds of movement nearby and turned her head towards it. In the distance she could see a wolf-shaped silhouette, but that was all. She could not recognize her childhood acquaintance from here. A memory of Inigo's mocking laughter — Ay yai yai, mami, you should open up more! — stung in her head and she called the wolf out of the shadows and into the light where she could see them. Hey, you! Blunt, but effective.