Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

She giggled at his admission, and then laughed harder when he gave a name and an out of the conversation. No, it's fine, Lilitu promised him, dimpling (can wolves dimple? Well, pretend they can), her eyes bright above her grin. I'm Lilitu.

With that awkwardness out of the way, she was still curious about his mention of Brecheliant. So—you've heard of Brecheliant. Have you heard of my mama? Ibis.

The ever-familiar blow to the solar plexus as she said her mother's name, though the pain was easing, with time. She wondered every time that 'Ibis' slipped from her lips if she could somehow will the woman back to life. It had yet to happen, and she supposed it never would.

But the curiosity—and not a little hope—kept her from never speaking it again.

Lilitu smiled past the heartache at Fox, yearning for some old, unheard-to-her stories of her mother.