Hushed Willows bend and break

At the shock on his face, the girl gave a hesitant smile, tipping her rust-tipped face down shyly. “I’d like to,” she replied, resisting the urge to chew at her lip in uncertainty. Diminutive, the silver she-wolf waited for her cousin’s response, her own fiery eyes studying him and the changes that had occurred on his own physique over the time apart. He looked as if the weight of the world was trying to bring him down now, and she realized that the loss of Morningside had left all of them empty.