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

They made their way back closer to the non-whelping dens, where others had made their small, secret homes. Lily turned, then, to Quail, thankful that she had decided to follow. It was her choice, after all, though the Satori had framed it more like a command. A gentle nudge, if you will. Lily wasn't really the commanding type.

Do you have a home, Quail? she asked. Given that her previous answer of 'the wind' seemed vague, she assumed—maybe prematurely—that the answer was 'no.' Would you like to stay here for a while? You can help Olive tend to her gardens, she offered, smiling down at the flower in the woman's mouth.