Otter Creek WHERE IS MY BABY

The natural order of things was that youth sometimes left and sometimes vanished. In such young fragile age it was not uncommon for wolves to simply pass away, or get lost and then pass away, and Sheogorath had thought little of it. Not that he would ever tell anyone such things, of course, for he was far too aware of social conduct to make such slip-ups. Still, he considered well that Potema been blessed with many, and who knew how many were still here today? When his sister howled he heard the distress in her voice and he did wonder what it was for.

He showed up though, ears perked forth with a look of sympathy and question on his face while he waited for his sister to tell him what was the matter and, more importantly, what she expected of him now.