Hushed Willows d i s t o r t i o n

Oh, dear. The woman cowered, cringed, and her lily—coincidentally enough—fluttered down into the mud. Wolf-Lily blinked calmly at her, then stooped very slowly and plucked the flower from the ground with the utmost care, setting it closer to her own ebony paws, where it would be safe.

You don't have to do that, she murmured, giving her a gentle smile. What's your name? Come, come into the forest with me. It's all right.

She reminded Lily of a paler Qilaq, all quiet and shy and scared. Elysium was the perfect place for her. Lily nosed the flower, beckoning the woman to take it back, and then turned, beginning a slow side-step into the willows and hoping that the newcomer would follow without much issue.