Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

The little triad was approached by a vaguely familiar stranger (Spur had seen her around The Crook). Now fully alert, Larkspur naturally pressed herself closer to her mother's shoulder, though she was no longer small enough to fit beneath Harlyn's body. She sucked in her bottom lip as she eyeballed the unfamiliar she-wolf. There was absolutely nothing threatening about her. In fact, she appeared shy and when she greeted them, she stuttered. A wondering light entered little Larkspur's eyes.

"Hello," she echoed quietly, ever obedient, trying to coax her cheek muscles to work her mouth into a small smile. She was about halfway successful and soon dropped her gaze before lifting it to peer sideways at her mother and Silas.