Hushed Willows 1936

She dipped her muzzle bashfully, grateful for the words of praise but not willing to take that much credit. She just loved parties; she came from a family that did. Why wouldn't they bring that same spirit here? Lily only wished that she had implemented them sooner, when they were still at Broken Boulder.

Her brows came together at the name; she shook her head slowly, finding nothing as she racked her brain. I think the festival was the first I've heard of them, Lily responded. I would remember that name, I know. I don't think I met anyone from there, unless they kept their pack affiliation hidden from me.

The blackbird looked concerned all of a sudden, not overly so, but enough for a marked change in expression. Why? Is something the matter, involving them? She hoped they hadn't been causing problems, or if they had, that they'd stopped completely.