Hushed Willows would that even be enough.

Harlyn spied the flicker of mirth in her companion's eyes and was pleased. There was nothing quite like humor to bring together new acquaintances. Tavi apparently shared this theory for shortly after deciding to wait on the promotion for Stark, she proposed arranging an activity of sorts for the pack in an effort to bring them together.

"I like it," Harlyn said with a wag of her tail, "The Summer solstice is nearly upon us, which has always been a festive time for my ancestors. It feels fitting that we celebrate our lives and new beginnings at this time." Her gaze shifted beyond Tavi then at the outstretched boughs of the willow that stood nearest to them, narrowing on the tiny buds of fresh green that peeked out from the brown. She smiled, simply for how wonderful it felt to have hope once more.