Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

She watched the sadness bloom in his eyes and thought it was odd, how it suited him, because she'd always thought of sadness as a sort of sickness. Was it possible to be sick for so long that you wore it like a part of you? Reverie wanted to ask, but she knew better, and knew too that others might look at her with the same question at the tip of their tongue. She would not want them to ask, so she didn't ask Crowfeather.
Instead she let him ask his question. And she thought about it, really thought, her gaze drifting out beyond; past the borders of both packs, past even the horizon. Out there, Reverie admitted, voice hushed. Out in the wilds. Sometimes I think I'd like to exist in the same way sunlight does, or the wind. Untouchable, you know? But... I guess that's selfish. She frowned as she came to the realization. So - I don't know. Kvarsheim is probably the best place for me.