Swiftcurrent Creek Nessun Dorma

It was their first night in their new den, and Reverie felt — almost at peace. Almost. She'd taken to turning some of her obsessive tendencies on @Lestan, to give @Blossom a break; when she wasn't tending their daughter she was grooming him, fussing over him, pressing herbs on him. It kept her occupied until it was time to sleep again.
Sleep was rarely kind. She was not so fitful, not like the first night, but Reverie slept lightly and woke often, checking that Blossom and Lestan were still breathing and unhurt. When the shrieks started, she was awake, but just barely. Immediately she flew into a state of alertness, hackles spiking along her spine. A low growl under her breath, and she rose at once, turning away from Lestan and their daughter to stand at the mouth of the cave. Moss's howl rose moments later. Reverie only stood for a heartbeat, reluctant to add her own voice to that of the woman she had led on and ultimately discarded in the cruelest of ways. But for the sake of Blossom, she did.
She trembled as she returned to her daughter.