Swiftcurrent Creek We can both pretend it's the first time

Moss paced the borders with all the patience and restraint of a swinging pendulum. With each hour that passed she found herself fighting both doubt and worry, but convinced herself to trust that Reverie knew herself well enough to know when she needed help. Every moment of silence suspended her somewhere between relief and despair. 

When Reverie appeared in the distance, it was to Moss as though the sun rose for the first time, spilling gold across the horizon. Moss crossed the space between them like a sweeping shadow. In her mouth Reverie carried a single, bedraggled pup whose quiet mewls were a happy breath of life. Similarly bloodied and unkempt, Reverie appeared exhausted and weakened but Moss moved to her side to stabilize her. 

She could be cleaned later. The child, too. She wasn’t sure exactly how to feel, looking down at the tiny creature, but she knew in an instant that the little bud would have every single thing she needed. 

Including a beautiful name. 

”She’s perfect.” Moss breathed. She herself was warm from all the pacing, and brought herself close so she might shelter the two of them from the breeze. ”Let’s get you home. Can you walk? Do you want a break?”