Hushed Willows would that even be enough.

Harlyn had been nervous to find that the Keep was no longer lead by the wolf they had met in the Wilds. He had spoken to her and Mordecai at length about his pack and what he had to offer their family, and much of it had been been pleasing to hear. Without him there, Harlyn had feared that perhaps she would find things different than what he had promised, but it seemed that Octavia was doing what she could to keep the culture Warbone had cultivated there. It was a comfort to spend her nights surrounded by the pack, and to know that so soon after joining, already she knew the scents and faces of each of her new packmates. All of them she knew by sight if not by name, which was something she was eager to rectify. Whatever she could do to establish herself with this new pack would in the end be of great benefit to her children, and that was what mattered most to her now.

The druid had it in her head that day to find a treat of some sort for the children - hers and Tavi's. While Tambourine was still quite young and her own children growing older, she felt certain that nature could provide something that would be of interest to each of them. Of course, she kept an eye out also for any sign of prey as well, for that was unquestionably a priority now and always. But her hope of finding something was slim, as was her hope of managing to make a catch on her own as she had always left something to be desired in her own hunting skills. It was far more likely that she'd find something for the kids, even having no clear idea of what it was she was searching for.