Hushed Willows what even is a good thread title

We're going to pretend that somewhere along the line, someone had recommended Lily to Ephraim as a good person to talk to. He had never really found the opportunity to open up while running with Drageda, but these wolves didn't know him, his past or how his former pack operated. He had no reason to suspect that they would refuse to listen to the quiet plea behind his words. He still cared deep down for his former comrades, Vercingetorix especially, but he hadn't felt like he could talk to any of them. His one attempt had been drowned out by his childishness and the other wolf's narrow way of thinking.

But the nightmares weren't stopping and something had to be done, so he wandered through the willows, searching for a wolf of Lily's description. He found her soaking up the rays of sun that occasionally beamed through the cloud cover. Nerves erupted in his belly at the sight of her—how do you approach a stranger with something that felt so intimately personal? But it wasn't, and eventually he crept forward, cleared his throat and timidly asked, are you Lily?