Hushed Willows our time will come, too

They assembled a fairly respectable crowd, although the children -- save Ibis, sweet girl -- were conspicuously absent. In fact, Seabreeze headed out to take care of it, probably followed by Delight. Lily blinked once or twice at the scene, then gazed around at her packmates, an awkward smile on her face--or was it a grimace?

Sooooo. . . she trailed off. How's everyone settling in? Good so far, I hope? The blackbird pressed against her mate, seeking warmth and moral support, all the while casting her gaze toward Olive in silent apology.

Pups were difficult. Would she even be ready, when the time came? She scarcely felt like a grown-up herself.