Broken Antler Fen murder now the path of "must we"

Her eyes lowered as the stranger spoke about a death. Another name she'd never heard—Cortez. If Olive was her grandmama, and Cortez was this woman's father, then that made him her. . .uncle? And this woman her. . . Ah, shucks. It was way too much to keep track of. Whatever Livia was, she was family.

Yes, definitely, Lilitu said fervently, nodding. Come stay with us, please. Is your brother nearby? 

Thinking of the two siblings together just made her think of Arielle, and the excitement faded slightly. Where was she? It was impossible to keep away the thought that her sister and father might well be dead, just like those wolves on the mountain. Just like Cortez. 

And if she knew the last time she saw her sister was the last last time, she would have been much nicer. More appreciative. 

Heck, she would have never let Arielle out of her sight again.