Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

"Good. I do not want to worry my pretty little head," Solveig chuckled, with mock smugness. The sight of Jericho circling her on the banks didn't worry her- though she wondered if she might ever need to be reined in at all while guarding the pack's borders. But Solveig felt convinced that Jericho would be fine, with them- tempered, perhaps, by the fact that she was being offered a home, and companionship. 

Solveig rose and stretched, reluctantly rising from the water which had felt comfortable and fresh. "Well," She said, "I think I have washed all of the doom and gloom from myself, and will turn into a prune soon." She smiled at her own use of assonance. "Shall we?"