Blackfeather Woods You don't belong.

@Malice, the Dark Brotherhood's least favorite wolf it seems. :D

Potema stared reverently at her mother's bones. The skull and the pelvis shone in the dying sun's light, two pale moons brought down to earth in front of her. She thought quietly to herself, wondering if she should leave her mother's skeleton here in Redgrove or move them as well as the pelvis to Nightcaller Temple. No matter where her mother's bones lied, they would be made into a macabre shrine to the founder of Blackfeather Woods and the Teekon Wilds Dark Brotherhood. She needed to be honored. And so did Pietro. The boy's bones deserved to be with their mother's. With the protection of the ravens of Redgrove gone with the wind, they needed a safer place. Nightcaller Temple, surrounded by the Mire, would be the place, she finally decided.

As she picked up her mother's pelvis, still engraved with Daedric and other mystical foreign symbols, Potema caught wind of the pregnant woman's scent. It was faintly familiar, which made Potema even more frustrated. The thought of having to be the midwife to some random woman and her bastards disgusted her. Had this been a normal year, her anger would have subsided once she met the woman, but this was no normal year. There was nothing to eat. How would they feed young pups and a nursing mother?