Hushed Willows [m] But don't stop dancing, don't dare stop

Reina had been on a nightly stroll when she heard her Coach’s cries. Though the lands were warming to welcome the coming Spring, she felt a chill run down her spine. The Moonwoman’s name travelled on the wind to her perked ears. 

Was it already time?!

Anxiety and fear gripped the red woman, for her beloved Reverie and the babes. She couldn’t bear the thought of something going wrong, not again. The fear of losing someone she loved surged her forward towards the cries. She had to make sure the Coach was not in danger.

Tuft was outside the mouth of the den, clearly having heard the distress calls. “Tuft!” She called, short of breath. “Is she alright?” Stopping short of the entrance, she waited there, unease leadening her limbs, preventing her from entering.

Instead, she turned her back to the den, acting as guardian, barring all but those who need to be directly involved. This would allow breathing room for all inside, and she can act as a relayer of information for those outside.

Hopefully, Kukutux will come soon…