Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

finally hit 600 with you, my friend!

Olive smiled and dipped her head, grinning at the earth for a moment, before pulling herself from her position on her belly into something more dignified. Olive herself had 7 children; 5 born of her own womb and 2 adopted into her heart; and the midwife dearly hoped that she might have another litter this year, again, with Seabreeze. Motherhood truly was one of the best parts of life. “They grow so fast, do they not?” she sighed fondly, giving one final look down Eleuthera’s trail, then turned her full attention to the subject at hand. 

She was asking about Elysium and for a moment — but only a moment — Olive wondered if she should play her cards closer to her chest. Elysium was her responsibility, was it not? Were there no creatures out there that existed only to do her harm and rid the world of some of its only good? Olive had to be careful, and a strange part of her hardened under the weight of that responsibility, but after a moment’s waiting she responded by saying “Quite close to here, actually,” because the stranger, Antumbra, had also been very forthcoming with information about herself and her own pack. It was only fair. 

“Just through the marsh, to where the forest of willows blow in winds,” Olive clarified.  “We’re a sanctuary — we only seek peace.”