Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

She growled as Reverie flowed toward her like a golden sunbeam. She shimmered as she wriggled. Moss stiffened as she was investigated, relaxing once Reverie could look upon her with reassurance that she had not been harmed. It warmed her heart to see Reverie in good spirits and sprightly in her step. From that she could infer that Blossom, too, thrived; she suspected there would be a lot of change in the young one.

Moss reached out to touch Reverie and inhale her scent- only to find that Arric’s scent had been tangled in her fur. Along her ruff, the nape of her neck, the fur of her shoulder. She drew back.

Arric had known some details about Lestan- a private conversation Moss had likely been excluded from on purpose. She squinted lightly. ”You smell like Arric.” Jealousy riled within her.