Hushed Willows Hush little baby don't you cry..

The child had taken to avoiding everyone, which wasn't that much of a deviation from her usual behavior. Ever since leaving the Sunspire the little damsel had stopped singing, stopped playing, and for a time stopped talking altogether - she was getting better, marginally, in this new space. But it was the skull of the lost boy that kept her interest the most. She'd gone from this sweet little cherubim to something a touch darker without realizing it; and by ostracizing herself from the other children, that only made her more dependent on the imaginary world she was crafting. 

Today Ibis had wandered off among the willows to the area where she'd stashed her 'friend'. She was just about to start digging through the soil and the moss, to where she'd hidden him, when a faint scent drifted through the trees and caught her attention. It wasn't one she knew well — not at first anyways. She didn't know it was Khali, because she could only smell the scent of the Hollow where he'd visited, and by proxy it was the scent of her father, as he'd assumed control of the pack.

That scent brought a wave of fresh emotion to her; she didn't know if she could trust the wind, or the whispering of the willows, but the prospect that her daddy had returned to her — come all the way to this new place, maybe to stay forever and maybe to make mommy happy and maybe they could be a family again — she stopped her digging and bee-lined through the trees, face painted with a big smile and all the hope in the world.

She ran directly in to Khali, squooshing against his legs while he was preoccupied with the water.