Hushed Willows mama, please—let me back inside

This will be Olive’s only post

There was the call from Tzila.

Then there was the shouting.

Olive had been tending to the garden, loving the summer’s dulcet heat, when the shock rang across the lands. She ran fast, loathing the sight she knew she would see — but her expectations were nothing compared to reality.

Blood; Horror; Anger; Sadness.

Ariel and Lily, slain — one her closest friend, the other, her wife and lover.

The pain and horror could not rise in her throat in any way that made noise. There was a defense currently happening, from Aliac and Tzila and Aeliana and Sunny and Cortez, bless their hearts… and several pups. She stared for half of a silent second, then fell upon the pups as a living, breathing aegis.

She would mourn later, and feel all the pain that needed to be felt. Right now, the midwife shepherded Minnow, Atwood and Reif towards the nearest den to take cover.