Hushed Willows Lesser, greater, middling - it's all the same.

The fae queen had arrived there during winter - granted the forest always looked beautiful, but the light coating of snow and the frozen greenery gave it the magic that had beckoned her to stay and build her court there. It had been the most natural choice for her - it had everything they needed and it was easy to protect. The grounds were sacred, and at least one flourishing pack had settled here before them, given how many came to seek the place out again only to find it inhabited by the faeries.

She had been expecting visitors of course, with the situation it was hard not to imagine someone knocking on their metaphorical door - either to band together, or to come cuss her out. What she hadn't expected was Artyom being the one to make it over here, but after what had happened to Dawn it only made sense really.

She hurried to the border, for one time not running into Orlaith already being hostile to their visitors, offering him a sweet smile. He didn't look any different even after all these moons, though his expression was far less joyful than when they'd met. She dipped her muzzle in greeting. Who had expected them meeting again under such dire circumstances?

What a pleasant surprise to see you again, Artyom - though I fear it's not good new you've come to share. How is Dawn doing?