Broken Antler Fen Michael is preparing for the birth of a watermelon with Dwight.

@Roswell? @Jasmine? @Diantha? All 3?

Out of respect for the still-evident chasm between herself and her little siblings, Lilitu didn't venture close to the den often. Even when they'd be moved to the rendezvous, she'd give them space. 

That didn't, however, quell her curiosity—it only grew it by leaps and bounds.

She'd look for them on patrols, or hunts through the territory. She'd sit in the shade beneath the changing colors of deciduous trees, hoping they'd make the first move. She wanted to see if she could see herself, or her mother, or Arielle, in any of them.

She wanted her family back. . .and they were all she had left of Ibis.

Today, Lilitu was within shouting distance of Maia's den, nose wrinkled as she removed rotted bits of prey from a cache. It had been a good start to fall, and they had a nice surplus of food. God willing it lasted through the winter, she thought.