Fox's Glade and who shall wear the starry crown?

Things progressed so quickly that she didn't have time to think of Anansi's question. She would answer it, eventually, but not now. For as the pale shape emerged from the brush and took form, and shock overcame her, the answer slipped away. Everything, for a moment, seemed to slip away.

Kove, Maegi breathed, and the word stole whatever breath she had left; her vision blurred as sudden tears welled, stinging the corners of her eyes. She swallowed, desperately trying to compose herself in front of her old mentor. Her old friend. Family, as far as she was concerned. Silence, for another few heartbeats, and then—

I thought I'd never see you again, she continued, shaking her head in disbelief. She'd dared to dream a few times, but even then. . .the chance of finding him after everyone had scattered—but hadn't Ramsay come back? Still— I. . .but here you are. Here we are.

Maegi remembered, with a jolt, that they were not alone, either. Um, this is Sakhmet and Anansi, she said, dipping her muzzle at each of them in turn. My children. She sought out the pups' gaze, face still awestruck. This is Kove, she introduced the elder, her mouth beginning to widen in a flabbergasted grin. He taught me so much when I was your age. . .no, even younger than you are now.