Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

It was a silly thing that she brought to them; something that they could easily have strode out from the Crook and have obtained for themselve. But Harlyn suspected that her children had never before looked upon such an apparently inane object with such potential. It was a lesson in observation and imagination that she was eager to teach them, and so it was with a mouthful of long, limp willow branches that she approached the open expanse just outside of the Crook, smiling and wagging her tail in anticipation.

Harlyn dropped her bundle at her paws and gazed towards the darkness of the wide den. She suspected her children would be within its depths as they seemed to be reluctant to venture outward from it. She barked for their attention, calling @Silas, @Pippin, and @Larkspur to her. In truth, her invitation was an open one to all from the old to very young to come out and forget their hunger and misery for a moment. To play, to smile, to run as though there was no stress or harship to consider. There was only the moment.