Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Harlyn had been quite distracted since her conversation with Tavi. Her co-alpha had not complained; she seemed to understand perfectly the druid's pre-occupation with the return of her mate and the further settling of her children into this new home of theirs. But still, it never left Harlyn's mind that there was still something of a division between their two families. The more it went on, the more clear it became, and Harlyn was at least comforted to feel that it was only a few members and it was not necessarily just against her and the former occupants of the Hollow. Warbone's disappearance and Tavi's ascent had left some more ruffled than others, but overall she felt good about her family's place in the Keep.

The druid had been hunting (poorly) when she heard the call. A trill of anticipation lighted in her chest as she turned to make her way quickly towards the alpha. It did not take her long to arrive for she hadn't been too far from the Crook. She greeted Tavi with a touch of her nose to her muzzle, tail wagging amiably.

"Today is the day then?" she asked, sensing the energy of the moment. Harlyn looked towards the Crook, sniffing to seek the scents of her children and mate, eager for them to join.