Swiftcurrent Creek Fuck love, nobody could fix you

Whatever happened with Lestan, Reverie knew that she would need to speak with @Akavir — and soon. So she parted reluctantly from the man she loved (so strange, to think of him that way!) and sought the Creek's alpha. She was cautious as she passed through the territory; though the scent of Swiftcurrent was on her even more thickly than that of Kvarsheim now, Reverie was wary of being in this place that was not hers. Kvarsheim wasn't really her place either, but Bjarna's blessing eased her tension some.
Nothing helped here. She startled at every noise, once even fleeing in a panic when she thought someone was approaching. Her experience with Riverclan would never truly leave her, she felt. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe she ought to be wary of packs.