Hushed Willows And the mome raths outgrabe.

Possibly a cameo

Reverie trailed her daughter from a distance, as she often did.
She was staring at the clouds just then, one ear turned idly toward Blossom, and might have kept at it were it not for a foreign sound cutting through the air. A stranger's voice. A stranger in the willows. A stranger near her daughter. The fur along her spine rose and she darted through the trees, only slowing when she caught sight of the stranger and her daughter.
A woman. Tall, but she seemed harmless enough. Reverie watched warily from a distance, hackles still aloft. For now she would only observe, ever protective of her only child. But if the woman made a wrong move, she would learn quickly to regret it.