Delilah had taken a trip to the Babbling Brook. Amaya was gone; it had failed. She had no idea where Rambaldi and Marigold had gone; she didn’t know where Daenerys was either. Presumably Rambaldi and Marigold were back with their family.
As Amaya failed, Delilah had transformed into a snake with scales protecting her two front legs; she was a Reptillia like her mother. It hurt her heart. Rachel had just wanted to take herself and her children away from her abusive mate-and she’d died in a war months later trying to sneak to help those children. Because of that war, lives had fractured.
She carefully stepped around the soggy banks. The river was just a little bit high. She had no idea if she could actually walk along the river without falling through. The soil was incredibly wet and she felt a bolt of panic sing through her heart, wondering if there was quicksand. Luckily, she stayed standing. No soil claimed her. She quickened the pace. Then she stopped. Straight ahead of her was a bobcat, its eyes flashing with anger and suspicion. Delilah’s breaths quickened.

“I can’t escape this now-unless you show me how!”