Swiftcurrent Creek Bonefish

Mind if we pull this to present? <3

Reverie lingered at the border like a ghost, replaying images in her mind of that day with Jakoul. As torn as she was by her conflicting feelings regarding Lestan (she loved him; she resented him; she worried; she felt betrayed), it was this that occupied her thoughts more often than anything else. The changes in herself. The anticipation of more to come.
But she knew that it would not be the same as it had for Jakoul, a woman grown who had just barely held her own against the storm of her labor. Reverie was not ready for this, in more ways than one. She knew, as most healers would know, that it was terribly unlikely to meet any sort of normal outcome here.
Company was a welcome distraction. Reverie changed course to intercept the young wolf, recognizing him by scent as a packmate. Swiftcurrent Creek felt terribly quiet when she was not in Lestan's presence. Hello, She said softly, thinking then that she would have preferred Lestan's company over a stranger. I'm Reverie.