Hushed Willows falling, everything burns

Figured I'd just join this one since it looked lonely!

With each passing day, Reverie felt more and more herself; the dancer, the girl who looked at the world with eyes wide and full of wonder. In some ways it was easy. @Blossom was discovering the world, all the time finding new joys and curiosities, and Reverie couldn't help but share in it. She remembered her own childhood often, sometimes sadly. Yet she found some kind of healing in watching her daughter grow without the burdens of her own youth.
@Boone, too, was a healing presence; a constant steadiness, always gentle, never cross with her when she failed to mind the practicalities of their travel. She'd come to rely on him already, and sometimes it seemed as if he really did think of everything. Reverie was still uncertain what had brought them together — simple attraction? fate? or something more? — but had come to think of him as her own in some small way.
They were, each of them, hers — and, perhaps selfishly, Reverie was careful to keep this distinction. She kept Blossom close, even when she wandered. Her daughter was with her as she stepped under the willows with a little gasp, awestruck by trees like nothing she'd ever seen before. They were beautiful. For a time she was so caught up in showing them to Blossom, she failed to notice that they weren't alone.
Then, all at once, she did notice. Oh! Reverie breathed, drawing Blossom close before she took notice of the other wolf's youth. So many young wolves wandering; she couldn't help but wonder how their parents coped!
Hello, She called out tentatively after a moment, approaching the dark-furred youth who seemed... familiar, somehow. Hadn't she seen someone who looked a lot like this, but much older? Reverie recalled what Phox had said about child lookalikes, but failed to make the connection just yet.