Hushed Willows I don't know. I'm just making this up as I go along!

"So far, to the north and west into the mountains," he said as they set off together. "The rain we've had over the last couple of days has ruined most of the traces I could find of him. I didn't want to leave Harlyn when he first took off, not with Tavi being the way she was." He took his chances including her into that conversation, knowing full well that Stark was closer to her than he was. "I couldn't have been sure she wouldn't have done anything else," and that had been the truth of it.

Rounding past a rocky outcropping, he felt the temperature gradually even out. By now, the greenery that had been scarce upon his discovery of the Keep was lush once again. It wasn't the pre-summer sort of lush, but it was getting there. The rain had no doubt played a hand in that; if only it had worked that way for him in finding Pippin.