Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

Silas didn't laugh or even smile, which Harlyn was pleased to see even though she felt a twinge of guilt. Had her kids even truly been kids? Had she cheated them in more ways than she realized with what had happened to their pack?

Tambourine didn't seem to understand their lack of amusement, but he was soon enough giving them a farewell and bounding away. Harlyn's ears fell back and she pressed her lips tightly together. "I'll check on him later," Harlyn commented to her son, "Make sure he truly did wash it, otherwise it might get infected." She looked at Silas again. "Were you hunting?" she asked.