Otter Creek Sister, sister

She had been away from her home for far too long — she had already forgotten the placement of the hidden tunnels that led out of the territory. She didn't jump when the little voice spoke, masking her shock with annoyance. A snarl entered her throat as she turned towards the speaker, but she was again met with a familiar face.

Mother.

It was surprising how much this little black female, however young, looked like Meldresi, with that dark fur and those blue eyes — minus the two silver dots that accented her brow.

Wait a minute.

Princess Kendra Boethiah Rochester. She blurted, remembering what Meldresi had named her second daughter, not even bothering to answer the girl's question now. Potema had only seen her younger siblings twice in their lives, but the resemblance to both Meldresi and Burke were uncanny. If it wasn't the black fur-blue eyes combo, it was definitely the dots. Her family had a tendency to have unique features limited almost only to their bloodline — white eyes, silver brow-dots. Potema stared down at the little Meldresi-lookalike, a mixture of sadness and annoyance (still stemming from her own inability to sense the pup) in her single eye. I am your sister Potema.