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

"Everyone's great!" She felt momentarily relief before it hit her that Maia, much like herself, was a serial optimist. Still, Lilitu trusted the older wolf not to lie to her, and so she let her shoulders relax that much more, the watery edges of her smile smoothing.

All the kids? she asked, cocking her head. She trusted Maia to know what she meant.

As for the question, she shrugged. It was. . . It was, she concluded, laughing. A lot to see. A lot of different people out there. But I'm glad I'm home.

Because it was home. Nomadic as she'd been over the course of her young life, no place tugged at her quite like the fen. Her mother was buried here; Wraen, too.

She wondered where. . .