Blackfeather Woods crushed and filled with all I found

Maegi was wandering about, too, perhaps headed to the borders for a spell. She had grown tired of Parvati's company, weary of having to endure the listless nursing mother in order to see her children. Cassiopeia was a sight for sore eyes, and her growing daughters even more so. She shot her friend a smile, padding closer, mindful of the little ankle-biters nearby.

I haven't seen you in a while, she remarked, head tilted slightly. Only her eyes betrayed the sadness she felt, the sensation of being lost in a yawning, endless darkness. I was worried you'd gone, too, like Rams and Mou. The names stuck in her throat, choking and sour.

She dipped her muzzle at Hela and Scylla, amused by their interactions. They're in high spirits, at least, Maegi chuckled. She lifted her eyes to Cassiopeia, struck suddenly by the question she had meant to ask long before. Who is their father?