Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Moss didn’t expect Reverie to believe it all, not right away. But at least she was willing to give herself time, which was the least she could do for herself. Moss found herself becoming fiercely protective of the gilded woman. More so than she felt for any other packmates. She would do what she could to help her, both because she deserved it and because it was what Ruby would have wanted. 

”I’m glad you’re here,” She said softly. A complement not often offered.