Otter Creek What do you see when you look at me? Am I the byproduct of tragedy?

Potema is still in heat. Implied aftermath from this thread

She fled the Woods. Plain and simple. She could not stand to be there any longer, not with Sheogorath stalking the Woods in search of her to take her once more. She intended to flee the Woods, far, to the other side of Wilds, or lead Sheogorath on a wild goose chase. A part of her feared for her children and the threats that Sheogorath might implement. She did not underestimate him; he was craftier than she. He was trained to be.

She went through the muck and mire, sliding out until she reached past the shadows of her home...was it truly a home any longer? How could it be when her brother stalked after her, lusting for her, her other brother stalking the tunnels, insane, and her son cursing the Gods she had worshipped her whole life? Potema's conciousness floated perilously in a sea of anxiety and fear, until a familiar voice brought her back to reality. Vaati? She called, running towards the voice. It was not frightened, but authortitative and threatening, but the sound of his voice had startled her nonetheless. But as she neared the recognizable sight of platinum-and-sand fur, another familiar sight took her breath away. Van...Vandal? She was not bitter. In fact, she was never so glad to see a face. She stepped in front of Vaati, flashing a warning glare to him with her good eye before turning to smile at Vandal.