Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

With a howl to @Arric to let him know he would be gone for only a few days, the man set out.

He had told Mae he would visit her—the olive branch had been extended, and like hell he was going to ignore that. He was pleasantly surprised to know she had not settled too far away—and then less than happy when he realized it also meant Reverie was nearer than he had considered.

Still—the woman was kind enough to grant @Mae a haven when she needed it the most, and for that he was grateful. Thus, the bundle of herbs remained wrapped in the beaver skin—thieved from @Eshe’s garden with a certain disdain, but acceptance of its usefulness.

The sun shone brightly in a promising sky—the faint scent of the ocean drifted to him, and he found himself at the borders of a pack he believed Mae remained in—willows weren’t necessarily a common sight.