Hushed Willows I'll tell you stories of a better time

The little yips caught her attention; Lily was happy to hear that the children were finally settling in and having fun. Delight's children, especially, had been sullen, and little wonder why. It was a big enough change for the adults. For the pups, it must have felt as if their whole world had been turned upside down. Things were getting better. . .finally.

Well, at least that's what she thought until her gaze fell on the object of Ibis's delight.

Erm, Lily blurted, lost for words. She padded closer, staring warily at the skull. Where did you--where did you get that, Ibis? she asked, trying for patience and calm and somehow finding it, at least in part. It looked slightly dirty, but not too old, and--god, was it a wolf skull? A small wolf, a child? Her stomach churned, and bile rose in her throat.