Hushed Willows negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown

Akavir's voice at her borders was the last thing she'd expected to cut through the peace of her afternoon. It'd sent her into a bit of a tailspin at first. Reverie had rushed to get her daughters settled, to fetch @Everett and Tybault, to straighten her messy fur.

When the girls were safely under the care of their uncles and Reverie felt she looked presentable enough, she finally went to the borders — a bit late, a bit breathless, but quick to catch on to the scene before her nonetheless. Mae. The scent of infection. Reverie sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going wide.

Oh - Mae - She stepped forward thoughtlessly, muzzle extended to sniff at the wounds and gauge the progress of the infection. Come on, this way. Reverie urged them both to follow her further into the territory. She led them toward her herb den, where she'd taken Akavir on his last visit. There was no time to be wasted.