Hushed Willows just resting my head

Silas was almost too polite for his own good — but it stemmed from a place of authenticity, so it was a thing that Olive held in high regard. She, too, was a conscious creature.  “Then company you shall have,” she bade him.  "Just know, if there is anything I can ever do for you… Please don’t hesitate to ask.” Olive curled her tail around her, where it lay virile and twitching upon the earth.  “I would love the chance to one day repay your loyalty.”

He then spoke of sometimes not know if it was real, which was a problem that Olive was deeply familiar with. Was it possible for a place so intrinsically healing to exist — and did it truthfully seem to exist outside the realms and rules of other wolves? Was Elysium truly as safe as she imagined it to be? The druid could only operate off of the information she was provided by the universe and all of creation, so she took her affirmations wherever she could.  “Have you seen the star that Moonspear gifted to Elysium?” This was one of the things that, whenever she gazed upon it, reminded her that the magic of Elysium was real — it was as real as this star, and if this thing could exist, then so could paradise. 

She trotted forward a pace or two, pointing the way with an eager nose and a raised paw, very pointer-like indeed.