Sleepy Fox Hollow einigung

River knew she was chasing ghosts, both literally and figuratively, but Mahler did not disparage the practice. Apparently, his seemingly bottomless compassion had yet to leave him over the years. She felt relieved at this -- grateful, even -- and took up an easy gait at his side. Though she had never quite yearned for a father figure before, she found herself now appreciative of the fact that he would always be one to her whether she wanted it or not, distances aside.

Only to stop ruining my own peace.

Was this what she was doing now? By running from her mate and her pack. Was she finding a path to her own peace, or had she only caused more harm to herself and those she was purported to love by doing so? River sighed. How do we do that? Not ruin our own peace? she asked at his shoulder. An inexorably heavy question. It sounds as impossible as it feels.