Coconut Grove I got my head out the sunroof, I'm blastin' our favorite tunes

Reverie couldn't help but smile at that, her eyes finding her daughter again. She was still just as taken with her as she had been the first time she laid eyes on her. A little streak of sunlight with eyes like gems and a gilded heart; sometimes Reverie wondered what she had done to deserve such a blessing.
She listened as Boone told her about his former pack, her ears pulling back in sympathy. His story reminded her in a way of Swiftcurrent Creek. Reverie almost said as much, but stopped short when he asked if she was hungry. She could have questioned it. Should have, really, but there was an easy familiarity to this routine if not Boone himself — which only left the question of whether she could bring herself to let someone care for her again so soon.
But then, did she really have a choice?
Reverie nodded, her gratitude in her eyes, but found that she could not speak. And just like that, he became a part of her life. Maybe not forever; maybe just for today. Either way, it was comforting, and she needed that more than anything just now.