No weeping under the willows

It was safe to say that Magpie was being more distant than usual. Since her mother's passing it had felt harder to know what to do with herself. The worst part was that she knew her family was struggling too, and there was now new life within the pack as well... And Maggie usually loved puppies but she was struggling to feel like she could bring herself to really engage with them at all...

Maybe that was what brought her out here, a place to get away and just try to get her thoughts in order. The young woman settled herself under one of the willows, watching the stream as it wove past. The shade of the draping branches was cool though it wasn't a particularly warm day today the spring itself hadn't been too mild and the chill was nice. With a sigh Magpie settled her head on her paws, not even sure where to begin trying to untangle her mind.

"Magpie Destruction"