Hushed Willows if we never make it back to california i want you to know i love you

She was hasty to answer the call, knowing it was of the utmost importance. It was slow-going--she was still not used to having to weave through trees, dodge tangles of brush--but she eventually made it to where Delight was, and pushed her muzzle against his cheek without thought, happy to see him again. She pulled away, entirely cognizant of the sadness he wore like a cloak.

"You made it," Lily said softly, her eyes soft. "What happened, Delight? The. . .the children?" She had vaguely noticed the absence of two of his pups, though with everything else going on, it was impossible to give it the proper attention it needed.

Not to mention, Alarian. . . She wondered if he knew. Blow after blow after blow--