Hushed Willows Sweet disaster

Harlyn had not believed it when the voice came to her. At first, it was so faint she had barely noticed. But then it continued, and her heart began to pound a wild rythymn in her chest. Before she was aware of it, the druid was up onto her feet and running. She disregarded the ache in her ankle as it grew more and more angry with her for her use of it. She didn't care. Her paw could have been tearing clean off of her limb and it would not have stopped her from sprinting through the woods to her daughter.

There were tears in Harlyn's eyes the moment she spotted the flash of gold just outside the borders of the pack. With a strangled sob, she put on another burst of speed. She slowed only when she was feet away from Larkspur, and stopped the moment her little girl was wrapped in her embrace. "Larkspur..." Harlyn murmured through her tears as she worried every inch of her with her muzzle, desperately making sure that she was safe and well and whole, and most of all - really, truly there with her at long last.