Hushed Willows Mythic

@Tavi

Warbone guarded Octavia at his side like a secret, the bot of them traveling sluggishly as they crossed the threshold of the Keep. Privately, he felt the need to sequester her from the rest of the pack, stow her away so that only his eyes might capture her— but he was aware this his possessiveness was heightened in the face of her pregnancy; the promise of another generation, even if it was not his own legacy. He would not let himself cage the bird of storms, and he would not ignore his own Law. Still, it was with incredibly mixed emotions that he sought to take her to The Crook.

He did not wonder how long she would stay, only feeling glad that she was not alone in the wild. He let her take in the sights of his grove at night, and though their line of sight did not travel far into the beauty of the place, the tranquility of it all, woven with cricketsong, was palpable. "What do you think?" he asked after a while, his voice soft and resonating.