Stone Circle In a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat

Set before Reverie's latest departure. This can wait if you'd like to finish our group thread first, I just thought they should have another private thread. <3

Even before Rose died, Reverie had never brought anything special to hunts. She was quick and graceful, but those things only went so far. Really, she thought she just wasn't made for it, which was funny because wolves were made for it. And that did count for something, because she could hunt. It was just... painfully average, and painful in other ways too.
She was in a gloomy mood by the time she got around to finding a cache to put the hare in. It was a pale thing, unlike those she had known in The Gilded Sea and too much like @Bjarna with its fluff and shy demeanor. It was dead now, and had no demeanor at all. That should have made her feel better. It didn't.
What did make her feel better was crossing Bjarna's scent in her search for a cache. It was fresh, but the girl was nowhere in sight. Reverie was not discouraged, though, and set off with the hare still dangling from her jaws. Her mood lightened with each step. Bjarna, the girl who had become a sister to her overnight. The girl who gave her a home. It was weird to think of it that way. She didn't think of it that way, actually. Home had never been a place, and it never would be.
Bjarna was home to her now. It had happened so quickly, so simply, but Reverie was finding that what she needed now was simplicity. She needed someone to be home to her, for no reason other than the simple fact that they wanted to be. Bjarna had given her that, and she would never forget it.