Otter Creek Sister, sister

Potema had underestimated Kendra — she was a child after all, what would she know about what went on in the pack? The thought hadn't crossed her mind, nor did it cross now as her sister asked once again about the bone. I'll tell you about the bone and you tell me anything you know that went on while I was gone.

Potema pushed the bone towards Kendra gently, allowing the dark girl to get a better look at it. The pelvis, kept clean by Potema, shone in the light. Strange marks decorated its surface, etched in by experienced wolves in a specific pattern. It's mother's pelvis. The witches at Hag Fen — where I went for all of these months — they enchanted it. It's supposed to make it easier to connect with the Void and Sithis through mother's spirit, but I honestly haven't tried it. Potema wondered if the younger girl was even convinced by such drabble. Were the youngest two Melonii's Daedra worshippers or were they indifferent? Kendra's response would tell.