Hushed Willows well, it's literally not that

Now this. . .this was better. It was serene and quiet, cool and shady. The weather had turned abruptly since Lily had left the Sanctuary, temperatures dipping lower and lower, but even the coming of winter did not spoil this place. The willows, changing from green to gold, gave the forest a whispering atmosphere that was more peaceful than creepy.

Lily padded through the narrow trails, eyes narrowed to slits in her bliss. It was much less foreboding than the bleeding forest, that was for sure. And even though she had headed inland, away from the coast, the woods was close enough that she still tasted salt on the breeze. Salt--breeze--like Seabreeze. The blackbird grinned at the coincidence.

Yes, this seemed right. And though she wasn't exactly sure how far she was from Broken Boulder, it couldn't be a long journey, right? She was on the way, perhaps halfway home. With haste, it would only take a week or two to get here again, even with an army of pups.

There was excitement fluttering in her stomach as she explored, genuine, unbridled hope in her eyes for the first time in a long, long while.