Hushed Willows Sweet disaster

Harlyn's heart clenched in her chest as Larkspur explained what had transpired since her and her father's departure from the Keep. Rage burned hot through her veins as the druid reared her head and screamed for the blood of this Skellige beast. Her hackles raised along her spine, but that was all the quarter she gave to the vengeful anger. For the moment, at least. For now, Larkspur needed her mother to comfort her after such a terrible ordeal. The druid would have her say later.

"Oh my girl..." Harlyn murmured as she cradled her daughter close, licking her tears away. Her heart throbbed again as the golden wolf asked after her father and brother, who were still missing. She shook her head sadly. "Stark and our other packmates have been out searching tirelessly for them," she informed her daughter, "I believe he is sending scouts back to the Hollow to look for them. He think Pippin may have returned there."  Silently, she made a mental note to inform Stark of the news Larkspur had brought. Apparently they needed to search the coast for Mordecai. They definitely needed to pay these wolves by the ocean a visit at the very least.

The druid rumbled violently within.