Hushed Willows Night swimmers

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Harlyn offered her daughter a tired smile and nodded to express that she understood. Her mind shifted back to Pippin and she listened for a moment for his breathing, though it was impossible to discern in the symphony of sleeping wolves. She closed her eyes and willed herself to trust that the sound was there somewhere, though she had found it hard for many months now to have faith in much of anything.

Larkspur's query brought Harlyn's gaze skyward toward the waxing moon above them (did I astronomy right??). She looked upon it thoughtfully for a moment, even though she knew immediately the answer to her daughter's question. She had learned all about Deirdre and their encounter after it had happened, and through Harlyn was not at all opposed to the pair seeing each other again, she did wonder if now was the best time for such a visit that would take her away from her pack.

"Yes, sister moon has nearly opened her eye fully upon us," the Druid said softly, "And I suppose we do have much gratitude to bring to your friend, don't we?" She glanced back towards Mordecai, smiling softly for a brief moment before she returned to consideration of Larkspur's request.