Hushed Willows tall tales, telltales

The blackbird turned her smile to Ariel, whom she'd just noticed (Seabreeze, too, damn her inattention) nearby. Congratulations to all of you, she murmured warmly. The litter was, after all, the three of theirs. They would all be parents. . .and she couldn't be more thrilled for them.

Nor have I, said Lily, chuckling a little in response to Olive's remark. Her firelight gaze flickered fondly over the pups before returning to her friend's verdant eyes. It does, really. We're very blessed. How are you feeling—can I do anything for you?

shakes out the rust