Swiftcurrent Creek [m] I can feel the city crumbling around me

As she neared, she caught the scent of Lestan. His scent was strong, though he was not present- and she knew what that meant. Reverie’s scent was not her own anymore, but a combination of the two, and it caused her heart to jolt.

Reverie’s greeting was sweet, but Moss was shocked, still, for a moment or two. Now, she felt foolish for any assumptions she might have had. 

She nodded numbly. She was fine- not really, but she was fine. 

No she wasn’t. Because a thought clicked in her mind. 

She had never asked, and had never been told who had sired the pups of the woman Jakoul. Moss hadn’t bothered with her- she was pregnant, and figured she ought to be left alone. But Lestan’s interest, she assumed he had been the father. Now here was Reverie, scent and body changed. Moss regarded her with a level of unfamiliarity, as though she’d suddenly encountered a stranger. 

Her nostrils flared slightly and she uttered a soft grunt; questioning what it was her senses were screaming at her.