Hushed Willows No, it's subtle, all the bells and whistles.

Trick was minding his own business in the herb cave, the heat of summer being no good for the already dried out plants on the shelves. He sighed as he looked at them, seeing freshly spun cobwebs in the corners while they already had plenty enough. At least no one had gotten hurt yet, for with these dried out supplies, healing would be difficult. He trotted to the small pool with fresh, clean water and took a small sip. It took away his thirst, but hunger still clawed at his stomach, having given up most of his food for the keep. Even with his little frame, he needed something in his stomach. Nothing nearly as much as Warbone or Stark, but at least something. It was quite hot, and he wondered if it was already summer. He took a dip in the pool, the cool water cooling his paws and part of his legs, and he grunted in relief.

The cave was quiet, and echoed most of the sounds from outside, therefore he noticed a slight disturbance in the air at the somewhat familiar call of Stark. He looked up from the water, his eyes flashing around the cave for a moment, and the he ran off to find what was wrong- or right.

He trotted at a fast space, and could swear he saw something green flicker by, but didn't pay it much mind. He was on a mission. Besides, it was probably him hallucinating or something. A very familiar scent and fiery coat appeared in the distance, bringing with it the scent of Stark and the bigger, more muscled frame of the dark man. Trick quickened his pace, and before he knew it, he was standing beside his boyfriend. Good day. He said confused. What's the reason we are all gath- He could not finish his sentence, for he felt something tickle under his right paw. Was that- no it couldn't be. Could it?

Exquisite... He breathed out. Absolutely wonderful. He said once again, standing back, lowering his muzzle to look better at what was before him. Finally, new life was beginning to sprout.