Blackfeather Woods for who would bear the whips and scorns of time

Cassiopeia's presence here had been noted and welcomed, though (through no fault of her own; her human puppet-master's real-life responsibilities beckoned) she had not had a chance to speak with her old friend directly. The pregnancy was obvious, and Maegi welcomed the chance for more children to be born here, alongside hers. In fact. . .

Two of them, Cassiopeia and Parvati. No, wait—four! The Melonii drew in a sharp breath as she entered the glen, the sight before her unfolding quickly. Rain darkened her pale pelt as she hobbled forward with much haste, coming onto the scene with joy tinged with apprehension in her eyes.

What can I do for you? Maegi asked, fixing her gaze upon Cass and her babes. Parvati was a background character, for now, though Maegi hadn't missed the roundness of her belly—could there be more? Who had fathered these future whelps? She pushed it aside. How can I help?