Hushed Willows for he has cast down leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider

she'd never put thought to the place of her birth, she'd thought it always to be Moonspear. her earliest memories were set with a backdrop of rock and mountain. the thought that her mother would give birth in the midst of a blood-stained wood was an odd thought indeed, and yet the girl resolved to find that place. her mother's next words had her hum a low note, knowing any sort of response would be lackluster compared the depth of her mother's sentiment, and merely returned her mother's kiss. she did not share her mother's intimate relation with the stars, the elements, the universe, and yet as she grew older she began to wonder. 

her mother confirmed her suspicion with a pose that had a small curve appear on the girl's muzzle. "they are lucky, to be born here with you." motherhood was where her mother was most radiant, and her pure happiness as she spoke had the woman wonder if she would find her own as her mother had. she did not think the happiness of her mother's sort was something everyone attained; in fact, it was only in Olive that she had seen it so clearly. the news of her siblings had her curious, for she'd only ever known them as infants and it was decidedly odd to think them setting out on their own lives. she wondered how Olive did it. she, with her angry past and defective heart, would surely be ill-suited for motherhood. 

"delight? she is your wife now, too?" it was the first she'd heard of a wolf having more than one mate, and the concept felt decidedly odd. she, with only one - two - deep connections, could not imagine forming such deep bonds with two. and then, because it comes to mind with talk of lovers and she does not think it is something she can hold internally forever, she adds. "I met a man, by the shore."