Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

*gathers all the puppies*

Harlyn was quiet as she awaited Silas's arrival. She was quite pleased with herself when it proved to not be too long of a wait for it meant she hadn't done too terrible of a job tracking him down. The feeling passed quickly enough to make room for the simple pleasure of being in his company. Her tail waved gently at her haunches as she reached to sweep her tongue affectionately across his crown. As she often did, the druid paused to marvel that she didn't need to lean down anymore to do so. He was as tall as she was those days, and soon enough he would be joining her in the adult ranks as well.

With a pang, she wondered how tall Pippin had grown now for surely he had gained a bit of height himself in the past few weeks. Larkspur too.

Harlyn pushed the thought aside.

"Hello, little one," the druid crooned in spite of her train of thought regarding his height, "Are you well?"  She looked him over with the unreasoned concern only a mother could justify. There was no real reason for him not to be physically fit, except for the emotional turmoil life pressed upon him.

Harlyn was too intent upon her son to truly register the sound of Tambourine's crashing in the brush nearby. Only when she caught the metallic scent of blood did her features perk and she turned to look downwind from where they stood. She didn't move just yet, but paused to breathe in the air until she realized that Tam's odor lingered there as well.