Hushed Willows Protect me Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell

She had spent the night away from the Crook. It was the first time since her arrival, and that fear-filled night among the willows, that such a moment had occured. Tavi had not been alone - she had been with Stark all night - and now as she crossed the threshold back in to the Crook, she was reminded of her many responsibilities. The majority of the pack was still asleep, some were just waking and starting patrols, and the Crook was full of the familiar scents of her family as well as the strange newness of the recrnt additions. It would take time to adjust.

As Tavi made her way through the expansive cavern and towards the dark entrance to her son's sleeping quarters (which he now shared with a few extra bodies) she passed by the lurking figure of Trick. At first she did not notice him; shrouded in shadow, and with her own mind abuzz with many thoughts of her long night with Stark, Tavi was quite distracted. But she saw the gleam of his eyes and paused mid-step, turned, and regarded him with a tired smile. "Good morning Trick," she half-whispered, not wanting to disturb anyone.