Redhawk Caldera The quiet life.

Lilitu, she finished his sentence, smiling more broadly. He employed a paternal tone, but she supposed it was right; he was both her elder and her superior. I'm Ibis's daughter—did you ever meet Ibis? She wasn't sure if he'd been here when her mother still lived.

She fell into step alongside him, paws crunching softly over the packed snow. I've been away, traveling, she explained. But I first came here when I was a girl; Maia is my great-aunt, or something like that. 

And Teya nothing of blood to her, but everything of substance. And, of course, she would always approved of who was linked to the woman. . .

The thought of relationships brought the recent offer of matrimony to her mind, and she pushed it back—though all the while knowing she could not go without an answer for long.