Hushed Willows there's a syncopated beat

A squawking sounded outside Reina’s den, the haze of the sun beaming in through the mouth blocking her view as her eyes squinted open, her nap ending abruptly. She had found herself fatigued as of late, mostly due to the stress of travel, and maybe a little to do with the two children she housed. It was a task she had always wanted, to care for something other than herself, but she hadn’t quite realized what that meant.

Until now, her bones tired and eyes heavy lidded, she wished nothing more to return to her nap. But, try as she might, it was to no avail—especially when the squawking just wouldn’t stop! With a long drawn yawn, she stood and stretched deeply, giving herself a quick shake before emerging from her home.

Azure eyes found the source of noise clutched in the jaws of Dusty Rose, a Hearthwood member whom she wasn’t really acquainted with yet. She continued to watch him trotting along with the hen smacking him in the face. It caused her to release a chuckle for the sight was purely comical.

She called out to him, a smirk in his direction. “A nice little prize you have there, though it still seems to be fighting back.”