Hushed Willows And if we should die tonight

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The news of the Saints’ misdeeds was hot gossip in the Teekon Wilds these days. The news of the confrontation had reached her ears far prior, through the whispers of the faeries amongst the trees and in her meetings with other packwolves in the area.

Lumiya was well aware of this new development it seemed — but seeing how enraged Orlaith was, Eleuthera assumed this all was recent. The woman’s fire was infectious, and Eleuthera easily became swept up in it. Coupled with her desire to keep harm from befalling yet another innocent clan amongst the holy willows, and Eleuthera was down. for. whatever. Her mothers had been peacekeepers; but Eleuthera was decidedly not. 

“You say they are too close?”  she further pried, hoping to glean more information from Orlaith’s spewing fervor. Eleuthera’s tail lashed behind her, thinking of the man Donovan in the river. How had he fooled her so? He must truly be good at what he does if he had managed to escape her radar.

“Where?"