Hushed Willows tall tales, telltales

somersaults in here

Lily had been worried for Olive, and her fears only increased when word was sent that she'd given birth outside the willows. How frightening! That truly was a nightmare scenario for the young mother, and her fear only left her when she knew the Shakti and her brood were safe inside Elysium again. She'd spoken briefly with her friend, but the woman had been too tired to hold much of a conversation (little surprise there).

Today, she left @Qilaq in charge of the babes and took a mole toward the other whelping den—not much of a meal, more a gift of celebration for the sanctuary's new blessings. She grinned past the prey in her mouth as she spotted the quartet, trotting quicker and depositing the mole with a quiet but triumphant thud before the den.

How are you? Lily inquired, tail beating excitedly behind her. Her eyes strayed to the pups, lingering over each one in passing. Three of them, just like hers and Aliac's litters. A lucky number, it seemed. How are the babies? They're beautiful, Olive.