Hushed Willows our time will come, too

There was a stirring in the air that, at first, Olive believed was a sense of unsettled-ness; but upon closer inspection, she found that it was nothing of the sort. She was happy again, for as long as the gods would let her be happy. She was with her children, and her lover, and her lover’s loves, and all her friends, and how could it be better than this! Olive could not help but muse upon all the trials and tribulations acted as stepping stones towards this success, and how it was all not for naught. It all made so much sense, when in retrospect. 

Olive had been taking it easy when Seabreeze’s call came, which would have been a big surprise to no one. The pale sylph had designated herself as part of the council, where all the consulate were held in equal esteem, but Olive had always been partial to acting the part of behind-the-scenes support. She was not a wolf who enjoyed the hard grind of a public persona, or having to answer to a riotous group for unpopular decisions. Though this was clearly a part of leadership, Olive was happy to let others take the reigns and watch them perform as she sunbathed and loved on her babies. Plus, Seabreeze looked so damn good when she was calling the shots. 

She arrived not soon after, and was pleased to see that a small group had already assembled. Olive had a sneaking suspicion what this meeting was about, and it did not stir dread within her gut as most pack meetings did, so she gracefully took a place by Seabreeze’s side and exchanged facial pleasantries with those who had already amassed.