Swiftcurrent Creek love in my arms and the sun in my eyes

please allow @Cortez to post first!

If there was anything that Olive adored about Lily besides her perky personality, her beautiful accent and her dedication to her post, it was her fine-tuned sense of ingenuity. Elysium’s blackbird was always thinking of new ideas and traditions for the sanctuary, ways to inspire fun and laughter and light, because objects in motion always stayed in motion, didn’t they? The spring had been no different, and though Olive was gravid and round with child, she could not help but pledge herself to Lily’s cause with Cortez as an escort.

What was Lily’s cause? Well, the wonderful ray of light that she was, Lily wished that she might further improve their already-stellar interpack relations by delivering gifts to the new and expecting mothers of nearby packs. They were given free reign over the contents of their assigned pack’s gift, and as such, the Shakti siblings had labored over theirs endlessly. They hoped to weave together a little bit of what made each of them unique, from Olive’s love for herbology and Cortez’s penchant for storytelling, to the inherent beauty of the sanctuary’s willows. Some of her best and brightest herbs and flowers were wrapped up in a fallen willow’s whip, which she held tenderly between her lips. Cortez was carrying a small gift of his own, but i’ll wait for Cortez to post before making any assumptions :)

They arrived at the borders of Swiftcurrent Creek without much problem or issue; for being a week or so away from her due date, Olive was feeling lithe and ever-so energetic, like a venus or siren or something else that was endlessly vibrant. She traversed the landscape with ease, sometimes even out-pacing Cortez with her enthusiasm, only stopping to take a drink or a dip when the springtime waters were simply too jewel-like to resist. But they were here now, and soon she must return to Elysium to bear her own pups, so without wasting much time [for they also needed to stop by Diaspora and deliver a gift for their own keeping], Olive gave Cortez a sidelong glance, a curt nod, and tossed her head back to issue a call to the wolves of Swiftcurrent.