Hushed Willows maybe it's time, maybe today

The days are cold and though her fur has started to return, the plush undercoat struggles to grow back. Steady meals and comforting sleep have been a big help but something else is missing. She’s attempted to put herself out there and meet some of the others but there is little that comes of it and Seabreeze hasn’t come by too much (unaware something unfortunate has happened).
 
She is a little hungry as she lays beneath the willow tucked into the base and avoiding the wind that whips through the low point of the mountain.
 
Qilaq, she hears. Her ears twitch and she snaps to attention, clearing her mind of sleep. Her heart jumps in her throat at the surprise but several seconds and she feels herself calm down. There’s someone here to see you. Okay, maybe not. Who could come to see her? Who but those that would track her down? Her hears flatten against her head and she stiffens, uncertain if she should try to squirm away or face it. Lily promised.
 
She promised.
 
Silas.
 
She blinks several times, chokes back a breath caught in the back of her mouth, and she stumbles finally out of her nook. “S-Silas?” she calls. It is the first time she remembers saying his name. It doesn’t fit in her mouth anymore. She closes her eyes and shakes her head, looking up to see more than her leader, another wolf she knows by face, a wolf she knows is supposed to be Silas, but something doesn’t quite connect. It’s him. It is. It has to be. 
 
Her mouth opens to speak but not a word comes out, instead opting to slowly stumble her way into her mate’s chest, her tail picking up in speed. A crescendo of a whine slips through her muzzle and she can’t help the leak from between her legs as everything starts to clicking into place.