Hushed Willows our time will come, too

She catches Qilaq's glance and tries to offer her an assuring look in return.  It's fine that she can't do this right now, she understands.  Seamus crawled out of some rock or hole he'd been hiding and showed, and most of the adults were here, but Mali, Okeanos, Eleuthera, and Brilliance were still gone.  Her ears falter, and she opens her mouth as she looks at Olive (for assurance) and at Delight (for guidance).  Two of them are his children, one of them's her own.  She tips her head back and issues a more pointed call, then looks towards the group, trying to hide the disappointment that nothing she tries to do will ever come to fruition.  Stay here, she mutters, then motions for Delight to follow her.  They'd deal with this.

She sets about them and is almost terrified to find their scents all gathered in one place; she crouches a distance away and, for now, she will watch them do — well, whatever is distracting them from important business.