Hushed Willows nunca me acuerdo de olvidarte

The pups needed her less and less, these days. It was a bittersweet realization. They were eating more meat slush than milk, they were exploring for small stints on their own, and their senses were all intact. It was undoubtedly a relief to get some respite from the constant demands of newborns. . .but still. Hadn't they just been so tiny? Where had those days gone?

@Seabreeze offered to look after the trio this morning, which turned out to be fortuitous, for as Lily stalked toward a warren of rabbits, a howl rang out near the border. A spring in her step, the blackbird trotted toward the summons, chin lifted in greeting for whomever stood on the other end.

Hallo, she called out to the woman, whose appearance reminded her somewhat of Alarian—her stomach clenched—though far less worse for wear. Her face lit in a smile. The woman smelled, though not overwhelmingly so, of lands nearby. Just passing through? What brings you to Elysium today?