Hushed Willows sister of pearl

Alright, that was about all that the poor mother could take of this. She paced nervously back and forth, still unsure of what more she could do from such an inconvenient location, and when something so critical was at hand! At any other time, Olive might have recognized the divine providence of her being on that cliffside and settled down to enjoy the pretty picture of father and daughter reunited — but up here she was no help, and she was a leader now. She needed to help. 

The sylph darted back behind the falls and deftly navigated through the unfamiliar caverns as if she were an earthworm. An earthworm in great haste, that is.

Olive reappeared out from a break in the rocky subterranean walls, somewhere that wasn’t the place she originally entered, but scent helped her locate the group of others amongst the expanse of their new home. Once the woman picked up their direct, her paws dug into the dirt and propelled her featherlight body towards the frenetic cluster of energy. When she burst upon the scene, she at first surveyed without words, but not quite silent — she huff huff huffed with the efforts of her panicked expenditures.

“Is the little bird alright?”  the shakti woman managed to string together between breathes, simply relieved that the three had found one another and not passed each other by.