Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

After she parted ways with Lestan, she knew she needed to seek Gunnar next. She needed to speak with him, tell him everything, because right now she felt she was not being honest with him. With Kvarsheim. She'd barely been here since joining, barely met anyone, and while she wanted to —
She just couldn't. Reverie wanted, more than anything, to be free; it was what she had always wanted. They had done nothing to trap her or force her, but she was beginning to realize that pack life was like... making a deal. They gave her safety in the form of numbers and the scent she wore like a badge, which had saved her more than once from conflict. She was supposed to give them something in return, she knew. Learn a trade. Contribute to the pack. Build the garden.
Winter was no time for building gardens, she felt. Lestan had suggested she stay with Kvarsheim just for the winter, but she couldn't do that. It felt like using them. But neither could she simply abandon Bjarna, who she had grown to love so fiercely in such a short amount of time. She didn't want to leave them, not yet.
Gunnar? She called softly when she saw him. It looked like he was going somewhere. Do you... have time to talk? Oh, she hoped she wasn't bothering him! Reverie might have gone back on it right then, but this was necessary. It couldn't be avoided.