Hushed Willows It's a hi-tech prosthesis.

yay! :D

Mordecai's return had brought great joy to the Druid and to her family, but it had also consequentially brought suspicion. She had not forgotten the words Trick had spoken with gentle tribune. The more she thought on it, the more his commentary seemed to her like highly subdued belligerence, likely done simply for the fact of her presence. Since then, she had grown more attuned with the wolves of the Keep and she was beginning to see at last the subtle disquiet in their ranks for Tavi's recent decisions.

Harlyn had yet to determine what the best approach would be to relieve the discord. For now, she simply went about her business to serve the pack as best she could, hoping it might prove her worth to them. Words had always been more of her forte - words and healing. But there was no one to mend, and these wolves did not much seem like ones who would care for her words.

So, she tried her luck hunting. While she did not have much luck finding prey, she did come across the dark frame of Stark who seemed to be partaking in the same hobby as she. A gentle bark slipped past her lips in an effort to gain his attention as she quicker her pace to a lope in order to catch up to him.