Blackfeather Woods feed me

When the other came, Shego was slow to notice. At least it seemed that way. Lethargic as she had become given all that had transpired Shego, the lights that had seemed to turn on short-circuited; her gaze had turned dull again.

Enter the first wolf. Who had truly entered some time ago; it just took Shego several minutes longer to process this. The manner in which Shego's head turned toward Maegi could only be described as drunkenly. When her gaze settled upon her, the switch seemed to be turned back on. This one was so very different than how she had remembered her.

Potema! She greeted; when she had known her, she had been just a little girl with one-eye. Now she had two, and yet for its return she looked all the more horrific. Potema, you look wretched; oh, blood sacrifice! It was my blood you see—my blood, others blood... ritual, unintentional, and yet it has brought me home again—you again, Shego laughed, the sound as shrill as her own voice, shaking her head in disbelief. All others there were utterly ignored. The Ghost was invisible, but even if he had not been, Shego might not have recognized him there. Rowan, either.

Only Potema. Potema who she had lost. Potema who was full-grown now.