Hushed Willows there's a syncopated beat

He had turned to her then, offering up the tidbit that the hen was for Reverie’s children. “Ah, smart move. I’m sure the babes—especially Fox—are going to really enjoy their new toy.” 

She had moved towards him while she spoke, getting a better look at the younger coy-wolf. His eyes were similar to hers, though they sparkled with way more mischief than she could ever muster. His pelt was surely true to his name, gray-coated with a reddish tint to the browns, easily seen in the overhead sun.

He was adorable.

“You’ve been here in the Willows for some time, yes? I’m sorry we haven’t really been able to connect before now. I hope you’ve been enjoying it here?” She made to accompany him on his journey to deliver the hen, but stopped, unsure if it was something he wanted.