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

Tybault's place in his sister's pack was tenuous at best. She'd been reluctant to let him stay, he knew that. So he'd stuck to the outskirts of the territory, not yet seeking @Everett. Their talk could wait, he thought, until after their sister had given birth.

He still wasn't sure what to make of this new marriage of hers, this pack, but he knew better than to question any of it. Tybault was a silent guardian at the borders, nothing more for now. And he would be the same outside his sister's whelping den. When he heard Reverie cry out, he turned at once, crossing the marsh into the pine forest where he knew he would find her.

Others were already gathered. Tybault bristled slightly, unfamiliar with all of these wolves, but said nothing. He took up his place outside the den, unaware of Kukutux's presence inside. Her scent was faintly familiar to him even now, but in the moment he didn't bother to try to place it. All of his attention was for the events unfolding inside the den. He didn't dare enter, though his ears tilted to catch the sounds from within.