Redhawk Caldera Tea for three plus one.

The girl that rushed past her did so jubilantly, and Maegi did not miss her amended seriousness. In fact, it brought the ghost of a smile to her face; she remembered her efforts to be so adult at that age. A fine young wolf, she was. Her expression only faded as Towhee spoke again.

Quiet, she intoned, sucking in a deep inhale. Mou is gone. Looking for Prevost. Our daughter, she almost added, but it had no place here. Phox claimed Niamh's litter as his own—he had the right, but she would fight it to her grave.

She shifted her weight on her hind legs, breathing steadily, watching the reunion of. . .daughter and mother? She wondered. And as she wondered, jealousy bloomed up in her breast. Vesper had been so distant, and Blueberry even more. And all of her other daughters—

Sakhmet. The thought hit her hard in the solar plexus. Where had she gone? 

Why did they all leave?