Hushed Willows and flowers never bend with the rainfall

Ephraim's arrival was silent, conveying none of the familiarity with which Sunny and Puck arrived. After all, he didn't know these wolves, and had grown withdrawn and morose in the days following his flight from Drageda. To say he'd made much of an effort to get to know them was a complete understatement; Ephraim had done nothing of the sort. He spent his nights fighting against nightmare wolves in his dreams, and he spent his day sunken-eyed and brooding. So he was surprised to be summoned, as well.

The first thing he saw was Sunny crawling toward Lily on his belly, offering meat. His stomach dropped. Was he supposed to bring a gift? Why had no one told him? But then he realized the other man present hadn't brought anything, and he willed himself to feel a little less like a piece of shit. That was hard, these days. He meant to say something, introduce himself or ask why he was summoned, but then all his attention was stolen by Cam's delicate smell, which made the little coywolf wrinkle his nose wordlessly instead. Disgusting.