Hushed Willows ohana

The trip towards Hushed Willows had been entirely unusual. There were disappearances; many, and of supposed leaders! Olive was disappointed, but not surprised. Olive had found that any trust she bestowed upon mere mortal wolves was often gravely misplaced. It was not the fault of Delight and Alarian and Korei that they had left — it was in their nature to wander, as they were canids with four limbs with which to walk, and a nose with which to navigate, and eyes with which to scry paths within the chaos of nature! They were flighty and mercurial, just like Dakarai and Cassiopeia and Aries, the nameless man who fathered Eleuthera and Séamus, of all the wolves who had ever led her or served alongside her or even merely knew her name. They were not perfect, like the gods. No, they are all fallible, so the Sylph decided to stop being surprised when they failed.

But the woman was determined not to let it get her down or dampen the excitement she felt about the changing tides. Under the navigational guidance of their scouts, the group had made it to their final destination. The oncoming nighttime made the flora and the fauna of the place difficult to see, but if vibrations could speak, then this place was beautiful. Hopefully the daylight would show that is was the type of beauty that Lily had spoken so highly of — if not, Olive was confident that she and Seabreeze could make it so. That’s what love did, make squeaky and dull things new and shiny, didn’t it? With this in mind, Olive turned an ear to hear her love’s sweet tones suggest they rest for the night, and they mark the territory in the morning. Olive heard no protests. The shrouded sylph turned to her small mob of children and raised an eyebrow at them, wondering if they would take up Lilly’s opportunity to explore their new home. Once, Olive might haven taken the task upon herself — but not now. She was tired.