Hushed Willows oh, where are you now, pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?

She was running late to the call at their borders, mostly because she had gotten her hind leg tangled in some branches. She had no idea how they'd become tangled, it was almost as if the forest was trying to claim her existence so it may thrive once again - the way it had done with Elysium. After some struggling and biting she was free again, but it had gotten her turned around and still pretty late to whoever was calling for her presence.

Loinnir was out for today, probably catching his own dinner, so it was easier to run. Still, when she heard the voices of the others, two of the court and one stranger, she slowed to a calm pad and made her entrance. I hope I'm not interrupting - terribly sorry for my lateness. She greeted with an apologetic dip of her muzzle. Her attention shifted then to the dark stranger - a boy, their age, a gaze of wet rosemary and damp fields. She awaited an explanation from either three of them, not minding who it would be to share why the boy was here.