Family then, and his, not hers. And judging from the sour expression that marred his handsome face for a moment, not family that he was particularly attached to either. Kohelet's understanding of the Paradisian herd and it's members was grossly limited by the fact that no one in the Cove really knew what went on in that jungle. She knew of Monster and Vihar and Vanya, but only because Solomon knew of those members, and she was entirely certain that none of them were Fell's sister.

But it was someone he thought she should know.

Silence lapsed between them as Kohelet frantically ran down the list of all of the mares that she knew, even the ones that she had already gone over and dismissed. Xiomara still seemed unlikely. But Nyimara perhaps? What she knew of the mare was restricted to Ysabel and Solomon's dismissal of her from the Cove, but that didn't mean that she wasn't still a threat somewhere.

Suddenly the connection between silver-haired witch and the silver wolf of Paradise seemed painfully obvious, even without Fell's explanation. The connection made her gasp out loud and her eyes lifted back to his in shock and surprise. If Nyimara was related to Rougaru, it was possible that her father's decision to dump the mare into the Lagoon had been a catalyst for the war that had raged on for years between them.

"Is Nyimara your sister?" Her yes/no questions came frantically, barely broken by enough time for him to answer each one. "Is that who you meant?"

Her mind flashed to their son; Kho was old enough now to think he could take on the world, but still incredibly fragile. She knew that Fell would defend him to his last breath, but that didn't mean he was out of danger. "Is she coming after you? After us?"