Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Maegi gaped at him as he spoke, utterly at a loss for words. Cass?! His eyes were closed, but surely he knew the difference between his lover and his sister. She and Cass were polar opposites in pelt; even the barest glance could have made that clear. 

It's Maegi, she responded, her voice growing colder still. Not an auspicious homecoming for the once Dark Master. The pups live, as does Cassiopeia.

She fixed him with a stare that straddled suspicion and dislike, eyes narrowed. Are you here for them? Maegi asked. Did Damien send you? Anything less than a firm denial of connection with her uncle would be met with disdain, and likely a refusal of entry. 

But. . .perhaps he'd surprise her, yet.