Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

Something she said must have gotten through to the girl. Reverie hadn't thought she was that convincing, but she was pleased for it nonetheless! The thin ashen wolf remained wary as she extracted herself from her tree-root perch, so Reverie stayed where she was and only smiled at her. It was a little disconcerting, to be identified as a pack wolf before anything else, but she was getting used to it. Pack before individual: a concept she did not think she could ever fully accept in her heart, but one she could learn to live with.
I'm Reverie, She said carefully, a subtle rejection of the custom; the only small rebellion she would allow herself for now. And I live with Kvarsheim. You? It was obvious the girl was alone, Reverie thought, but maybe she wasn't meant to be so. Maybe she was looking for someone.