Otter Creek Sister, sister

@Kendra

Potema wasn't sure why she skirted around the edges of Blackfeather. Perhaps it was apprehension — she didn't have the bravado she thought she would have when returning. It wasn't as easy as she thought. Perhaps she was still waiting for Inigo; some rare chance that the wolf would come find her before she stepped foot in her home once more still lingered in her mind. Either way, Potema lingered by the creek northeast of her childhood home. Her mother's pelvis and the bundles of herbs were still grasped in her jaws, despite the intrusion of the white female a while back. For now, instead of striding headfirst into Blackfeather, proudly crowing her return, Potema stared at the dark forest. Part of her felt unwelcome. Part of her was frightened by the thought of settling down once more.

Oh, by the Daedra. She muttered to herself, internally kicking herself to get up. This is pathetic.