Hushed Willows Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out

Tybault had not been asked to move into Reverie's den with the others, but he was never far. He felt like an outsider among his own family; his sister who barely tolerated him, his brother who surely hated him, his niece who didn't know him at all. But he hadn't come here to be welcomed or loved. He'd come here to earn forgiveness, however painful that might be.

So he guarded her den from the base of the rise which led up to it. When she called, he was quick to arrive. His gaze flitted over the newborns, only a few days old now. Medeiros children, though he knew that his sister would never call them that. Only a brief disdainful glance was spared for the red-furred woman, Reina, whose aggression he had not forgotten.