Hushed Willows We are stranger than earth with the seasons misled, stronger than her moods

She was pretty, wasn't she? A pale wolf masked in the colors of a vibrant sunset, silent and slinking in her gait; but it was the eyes that drew Reverie in, the eyes that reminded her of something she couldn't quite put a name to. Something like a dream she'd once had...
Of course you can! Reverie exclaimed gently, softening with the request. She surrendered her protective stance over her daughter in favor of introducing her; This is Blossom. And I'm Reverie. We're making our home here - With Boone, my husband, she almost said, but stopped herself and did not understand why. For some reason, she didn't like the idea of this woman knowing that she was married.
It's beautiful, isn't it? Reverie beckoned for the stranger to join her and her daughter, moving through the willows now. She'd show her some of the sights, maybe. But she wouldn't ask her to stay. That felt dangerous.