Hushed Willows would that even be enough.

Welcomes!

Harlyn was gazing thoughtfully upward at the stretch of willow boughs that hung lazily overhead when she heard the footfalls of an approaching wolf. She turned to spy Tavi coming towards her, and Harlyn offered the woman a smile. Now that she was part of the pack, she worried often what her role might be here for her own certainly still saw her as their leader, though they were now surrounded by those that did not. It was an odd scenario, and Harlyn's worry over it was only that she could not afford to upset the social ecosystem that had given her and her family shelter for fear that they be rejected from it. Even so, Octavia seemed just as earnest in her desire that the arrangement work. It was a comfort to the druid who had, up until now, felt very much alone in the struggle to keep her family safe and happy.

"Yes," Harlyn replied to the question, turning her eyes towards the willows again, "I was actually trying to find something interesting for the children to play with. Mine have spent so long feeling tired and scared and unhappy. I was hoping to find something to make them smile again." She glanced back to Tavi, adding after a beat. "Yours seems quite full of smiles," she commented with a chuckle, "Do you have any suggestions?"