[se] where the flowers grow

Lena

let me wander
with the ones

Considering the little hare was likely going to end up in the Celestine anyway, these motions and movements were probably pre-emptive maneuvers. So Lena saw no reason to argue with the notions of bringing the youth back – it would have an opportunity to warm up, be placed in an enclosure fitting for the season, and then be nursed back to full health, before permitted back into the wild. Maybe by then King’s End would remember what Flowerbirth was meant to signify.

With no quarrel from the fox, instead, she shook her head, the Caretaker took to turning back the way they’d come – the little adventure sidetracked – bounding and leaping over the snow. Every so often she’d wait for Mateo to catch up, knowing and understanding the bundle could slow him down, releasing a few good-natured chirps in her wake.

who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise