Hushed Willows unruhestifter

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On the days that she stayed in the willow grove, which numbered many — and somehow, at the same time, far too few — she was never too far from the forest’s edge. She could always be found stalking, sinking around in the rain, edging around the corners of the forest, ensuring that there were no rogue wanderers that needed to be dealt with. Not that she, herself could deal with such things as Orlaith would, but she could certainly be the one who brought in the muscle with a single howl. The rain messed everything up, though; muddying up her senses, making this job extraordinarily hard.

So it was a good thing Mahler had called for Lumiya, and that Eleuthera heard it, and knew this was her chance to do another good faerie thing.

The lilac woman padded up to the in-progress exchange, her heart light and happy — the last call at the border had been from her long-long brother, whom Mahler himself had cared for as a midwife more than a year ago. Eleuthera was excited to see what the universe held in store for her, as it was being particularly thrilling these days. She was not disappointed. Two wolves — one familiar, one not. They smelled of the spire, even though they were far from it. Eleuthera caught the tail end of the conversation. The pack was moving?

Eleuthera danced up alongside Lumiya, dipping her maw in respect for the leadership she was in the presence of. Three wolves, each of black and white, each leader a pack. Eleuthera wasn’t certain that Wylla would remember who she was, but the Hermes woman gave her a smile and a flick of the ears all the same. “Queen,” she greeted, somewhat inviting herself into the conversation. But Eleuthera felt it was warranted. They had denied the potential of becoming allies before, but now they were becoming their neighbors? Seelie Court didn’t need more trouble on its doorstep. “You all have come far," she noted.