Swiftcurrent Creek rain for the water gods

Lestan requested her to stay—as them—and Akavir’s swept to study the delicate features of the she-wolf in question. She didn’t speak to herself—instead, she offered a nod, as if in a daze—or… was she even paying attention to the conversation right now…?

His thoughts traced back to their first meeting—and then to when she had awoken. In fact, she usually seemed… distracted…

“If it’s amicable to Reverie,” he offered, watching her—she could have a home here if she desired.