Hushed Willows would that even be enough.

Harlyn smiled, enjoying the obvious affection the mother held for her son. The druid had gone through a great deal these past few months, since even before they had ever left the Hollow. It had grown very difficult in those terrible times to find anything to be happy about, but her children had never failed to be a light in her darkness. It struck her that Tavi must feel quite the same way about her own son. Warbone had left her with an infant son and a pack to care for, without word of whatever plans he had made behind her back. Yet she could still think on her son and find joy there, as Harlyn always had.

The druid agreed to her alpha's company and settled in to the easy pace at her side. She considered her question with a pang of longing, but set it delicately aside before answering. That was in the past now, and there it would remain gone from her. "We lived in a Hollow in the Valley to the East," Harlyn replied steadily, "It was a protective haven, much like this, only full of shade and green with streams running all through it. They converged together at the Southern edge of the territory and fell in a magnificent waterfall to the deeper valley below. It was beautiful." She paused for a moment, considering. "I'm sure I wouldn't recognize it now, though..." she said, shaking her head slightly.