Hushed Willows I crumble underneath the weight

Lily smiled at the question, nodding. Of course I will, she said softly. It'll be fun--like a sleepover. Ah, sleepovers. Like when her cousins from the neighboring territory came to stay, and they'd be up all night, chatting under the stars. She had a feeling that Sif would be in dreamland soon. . .but it brought back the memories, at least, and lit a small, warm fire in her heart.

It'll all be okay, the blackbird whispered, curling herself closer to the girl. Time heals all wounds, even the deepest. The evening breeze, scented with salt, rippled through their pelts, and the faintest moonbeams made their way through the lacy canopy of the willows. Time, and a good place. And wolves that loved you.