Hushed Willows the dragonfly it ran away.

Harlyn was quiet as Stark formulated his response. She didn't know what to expect from him, except for shared remorse and boughts of sympathy which were appreciated, but otherwise did her no real good. When he did speak, the druid was touched by his words. She smiled, surprised that he was able to illicit such a response. Pride swelled in her chest for her son, for his words were true - Silas was doing remarkably well considering all that his life had dealt him thus far.

The druid listened as Stark continued, noting with silent appreciation all that he and the pack had done for her family while she had been unable to do a thing. He mentioned wolves she knew only faintly, and newer recruits which she struggled to even picture. But eventually, he mentioned Mordecai and the Hollow, and her ears perked as fear sank into her belly.

"But why would he go there?" Harlyn pondered aloud, stifling the panic that rose at the idea of him going back to those lands where they had been stalked and hunted by the demon cat, "There's.. there's nothing there for us, all of my family knew this when we left."  But did they? Her kids had been so young, and they must still harbor feelings of home and safety towards the woods where they had been born... But it would be too dangerous for any of them to return. Pippin knew this, didn't he? Fear gripped her tightly, but she held her tongue.