Broken Antler Fen Hey Mista Scott, whatcha gonna do?

A brown-cream girl emerged and Lilitu was taken aback, stepping away several steps. I. . . It took her a while to find her voice, and her jaw moved, trying to find the words.

Sorry, she said, apologizing with a dip of her head. She stepped back and looked at the young woman. Are you—one of Maia's children?

A roll of the dice, that one. Still, given that she'd been away, she wouldn't be able to tell her siblings from the rest. She briefly cursed herself for the absence before letting herself relax, waiting for the other's response. It would be telling—

Maybe. Unless Maia had told the other litter that they were her own.

Lilitu remained in place, smile etched, growing stiff.