Hushed Willows i guess it must be up to me

The pack had been wounded when recent events had not been kind to Elysium's family, and the hunter could not ignore all the sorrows. While he had dodged a direct hit, leaving him thankful every day that he and Qilaq were both fine, it left them in an uncertain place and him mourning the wolves he had known. He did not like the willows shrouded in such a darkness.

But, through a lifetime of badluck, he knew that they were not permanent. Silas nosed his mate's shoulder, then trotted towards the gathering with his ears down and posture low. He only glanced at Cortez for now and much preferred to see who all was here already, but he certainly waited to hear more--meanwhile feeling hesitantly hopeful that he didn't have more bad news to share with them.