Hushed Willows be my baby

But Loinnir was no friend, not really. He was some broken soul she'd saved upon the mountains, and he had found her useful enough to stick around. She was his free ride, his free meals, his free safety and protection... Honestly, at that point, who would want to leave her side? She was much too good to others, easily taken advantage of and generally of the belief that everything could be talked out. She wasn't naive though, having lived a whole childhood with the most horrible wolves she knew, like a flower in a field of thorns.

As the stranger grew closer, she could see them more clearly. A woman, probably older than the fae herself, dressed in shades of olive and burnt umber with undertones of lavender and roses. The queen raised her tail, humbly showing her status among the ones who'd made the willows their home. She listened intently, hearing a story she'd heard before; in the past, this place had housed many. It was no wonder the children of that time had now grown and chosen to visit the place of their birth. I'm Lumiya - the Faerie Queen of the faes that now live here. She answered semi-proudly, but not in a cocky manner. You'd be surprised to hear how many come here with the same story - there must've been a great pack living here before us.