Otter Creek Sister, sister

Potema sighed, turning her face away from her smaller sister and towards the forest, leaving Kendra's wish to be unanswered in the wind. What could she say anyway? Besides, all this talk of her mother made her paws itch to be back on Blackfeather soil. As she longed, she barely caught the sound of her sister scowling. Potema turned her face towards Kendra, her eyebrows raised as she scrutinized the Rochester-dotted female, then she rose to her feet. Come. We've talked enough about the past. It's time for me to return. Potema scooped her mother's pelvis into her jaws, then looked down at the youngest Melonii. Lead me home. She commanded through the bone, expecting her sister to listen to her authority.