Hushed Willows be my baby

A bashful blush flushed over her cheeks, ears swiveling in return. At last, a family that would have loved her. Truly, she'd been born to the wrong souls, of that much she was sure. Why, thank you. She replied in a manner that reflected her shyness when it came to fondness, love and compliments. Perhaps, one day, she'd become comfortable with this openly, but the trauma behind it would probably never heal fully.

Elysium. What a wonderful name for a pack. It sounded mythical, the very thing she wanted to become. The court, too, had traditions and festivities around marriage. It was curious how the forest had drawn such similar souls together for all these years - it was as if it wanted it to be inhabited by the peaceful and kind of heart. The other spoke of luck, but all was more than that.

Funny - and good. It's necessary, won't you say? The seasons, night and day, the tides - all was necessary to give the realm newness, nature. Of course. She replied kindly, not able to promise much but her devotion.