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

You smell like Arric.
Well that was certainly a mood killer. Reverie's ears pinned back immediately, hurt overtaking all of her positive feelings in an instant. He was hurt. I - was trained as a healer, so I was helping him, She explained a little haltingly, overwhelmed by this abrupt shift in mood.
Suddenly she didn't want to be near Moss after all. She stepped back, ears still flat to her head, gaze falling away now and searching for something else to focus on. Blossom probably needs me, Reverie mumbled, and disappeared into the den, assuming Moss would follow. Her daughter was napping as peacefully as ever, but Reverie curled around her nonetheless, aware that she could not go too long without a source of warmth. Besides — it was a distraction.