Wild Berry Meadow one pulls into port

The black bear was relieved when it was laughter instead of tears, but still just a little concerned. She wagged her tail along with it all the same, her own smile genuine but just slightly strained.

"Pleased to meet you, Lilitu," she said, glad when the laughter ended. She liked laughter! She just worried, in this specific instance, that it might lead to other high emotions. "I am expecting," she agreed, her tail whisking once more. "It's just me and my son, Sumac — you didn't miss any territory markers."

Since the surname had been provided, Easy cast her mind back, flicking through a line of faces in search of that odd little tingle —

"Are you related at all to Constantine Mayfair?" she wondered, turning over a muzzy memory of the dark alpha of Swiftcurrent Creek. And then, almost in the same place but several years removed, there was another face. "Or Ibis?" she asked, and yes, that face fit just a little better.