Hushed Willows Avengers... time to work for a living.

So this cameo post ran away from me.....

Larkspur was sitting near the edge of the pack's territory when the howl rose into the air, causing her to flinch slightly and blink guiltily over one shoulder. Although she was right around the age when wolf pups began to get involved in matters like pack hunts, the young woman had no interest in reacting to the summons. She faced forward again, staring out at the wilderness, chewing her lower lip. Pippin was out there somewhere and, day by day, Spur grew convinced that he had gone back to Lost Creek Hollow and that she should follow him there.

But plenty of things held her back: fear, first and foremost; uncertainty as to how to find the hollow, should she try; not to mention the strong ties to her parents and Silas. The last thing they needed was for Larkspur to vanish too. She could try telling her parents about her intentions but Spur knew they would prohibit her from going anywhere. Mordecai didn't even seem to fancy her help when going out to look for her missing brother. And though they could hardly keep her here against her will—especially the mending Harlyn—she totally wasn't the type for rebellion, even with a cause.

A great sigh escaped her and her wide blue eyes shifted in another direction entirely. She still wasn't interested in the hunt surely unfolding by now, though Larkspur peered off toward the distant, obscured coastline and thought of Deirdre. A sudden hopefulness bloomed in her chest and Spur sprang to her feet. Deirdre had helped bring Mordecai home, so surely she could do the same with Pippin! And Harlyn knew the white sylph, as well as where she lived, so surely she wouldn't have a problem with it if Spur sought out the friendly witch.

There was the small chance her parents would object and Larkspur stilled, worrying her lip again. After a few moments of anxious indecision, she tipped her golden muzzle skyward and howled to let her parents and pack know she would be back soon. Before anyone could react—if anyone even heard her, considering the hunt underway—the little nymph slipped away from the Keep.