Hushed Willows be my baby

The queen of the faeries hoped her birthplace was not part of her - birthed to two wolves who did not care for her, in a misty, cold and dead forest. If that place would ever call to her, she'd ignore it and go on with this new life she had created. Though she was seen as the weak link in her family's bloodline, she hoped that with this supposed weakness she could make the world a better place. About six full moons had passed since her return to the realm, yet it had not been enough to establish the court she so desperately wanted to form. This discouraged her somewhat, if she was being completely truthful.

She was making her usual rounds on the border. They had become more frequent ever since they'd found yet another trespasser in their woods. He had left without starting any kind of trouble, but it made her believe their scent simply wasn't strong enough yet (or that the wolves of this realm were more ignorant than she had initially thought). Loinnir, her albino screech owl, was perched upon her back. He seemed to have gotten over his little heartbreak, as he was acting like the same old prickly owl Lumi knew him as. He was cleaning his feathers when he spotted the female near their borders and hooted in alarm. Only then did Lumi notice her; the lilac figure, looking at their home from a distance.

Can I help you with anything? The fae called, her curiosity piqued, yet her levels of suspicion high.