Hushed Willows against this coming end you should prepare

She had been trying to wind down and rest as the peaceful forest wanted, but none of this was helping a cause such as that. Her side was still aching, and sure, they had a home with experienced healers, she had noticed quickly how different it was here from the cliffs. Something about it made her feel... exposed, and like there was a lot needing done still where it came to defense here.

Thankfully she was used to feeling like watching her back from her time roving alone and now Dacio's was very much a part of that too, but he was another set of trusted eyes for hers as well. It didn't seem like Rusalka was going to track them immediately, or any of the other wolves involved in their skirmish so soon--but she simply couldn't ignore the suspicions that she stewed on.

Such a great, rumbling earth only gave her something else to dwell on now and as the tremors continued, she peeled back her lips into a fully-faced snarl. Why now? she seethed, not that she could yet possess any greater understanding of her very own.

Despite it all, stormy, anxious thoughts all entailed, she came towards the heartland when the call rose up; she trotted delicately in beside Dacio, of course. Hotly she glanced around, but settled on her brother the longest before she poked her nose against his shoulder in greeting. For now, she said nothing, but settled in next to him to peer intently towards the leaders from past her sibling's side--drawing some solace in the familiarity, but still full of a coiled, fresh kind of dread.