Hushed Willows We crumble and fall, but we don’t break

All of her time was spent with her daughters. She kept them close, even Blossom, unable to sleep each night unless she knew where her oldest daughter was. The other three were impossible to lose track of for now, and for that she was grateful. It wouldn't remain that way for long.

Even when her children were all accounted for, sleep did not come easily. Her thoughts were swept up in the future, the work she would need to do to ensure that her daughters had a future. Reverie was under no illusions about her ability to lead a pack alone. Hearthwood would not stand forever. What they needed was allies, true allies; packs they could look to for support, places her girls could seek shelter if the pack should fall. Perhaps in the process of gathering them, she might find her own footing as a leader. But she knew she couldn't count on that.

It seemed that Reina shared her restlessness. Reverie was feeding her daughters when the Middleman found her, mulling over the packs which had attended the large hunt. Moonglow and Moontide were obvious choices as allies. Akashingo, too, though they hadn't been present for the hunt. Reverie had seen the strength of their pack. Kvarsheim, too, though she would save that visit for later, when she could bring her youngest daughters along to meet their grandfather.

But these thoughts were interrupted by Reina's approach. The Coach managed a tired smile. Blossom and Everett are sleeping, I think, She said softly, a gentle warning against any loud conversation. Her gaze drifted from Reina in the next moment, and her thoughts drifted with it. Reverie found it difficult to stay present, even with so many others near to ground her. What do you think about the coast?