Broken Antler Fen Me, in NY? Ah, I own that city - FUGGEDABOUDIT!

A familiar figure bounded her way, and her mouth split into a wide—albeit still a tad nervous—smile. Maia! she rejoiced back, and curved into the woman's embrace, savoring the smell and feel of her again. Young ones still clung to her pelt; that was good, that not all of them had departed.

And her own siblings. . .?

It's good to see you, too, Lilitu said, finally pulling back, hastily blinking away the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes. She cast her head back and forth, gesturing toward the whole of the fen. How is everyone? How are you?

And by that, she meant 'Who's still here, and who's dead?' But no need to say that aloud quite yet.