Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

She beamed back at him in return, and some of her worry ebbed when he expressed he'd gone through similar. Did you get to bond with them later, at least? she asked, unknowingly—and unintentionally—touching on the things he'd left unsaid. 

At least I came back, Lilitu continued, after (if he did, at all) he elaborated. My littermate, Arielle. . .I'm not sure where she is. She was with some, uh, bear pack? Like not, literal bears, she added hastily, glancing sidelong at Eljay to clarify. But like, bear. . .god. . .things. I dunno.

She laughed, leaving Ursus to the side. But she's never even known the trio. And. . .

Her voice trailed off once more, but rather than the flippant uncertainty of her sister's new life, it was with a grave knowledge that she had done wrong.

I never told her that Mama died, she whispered, as if confessing a great sin. The ice rose up through her paws, into her bones, piercing her heart.