Hushed Willows falling, everything burns

Fading <3 I'd love to have them meet again sometime!

Here was an opportunity: to show Blossom that it was time to learn to hunt, that it was within her capabilities in spite of her young age. Reverie took the lead, though she was unaccustomed to such. For once, she did not dread the blood as much as she had in the past.

In the end they felled a small sickly deer, her and the girl she was now certain must be Towhee's daughter. When they'd each finished taking what they wished from the carcass, Reverie worked at tearing one of the legs loose as an offering to the youth, something for her to carry with her back home, hoping she would see it for the friendly gesture it was meant to be. Words would be lost on her, she figured, but the language of sharing was universal. They parted ways as tentative friends, and Reverie felt hopeful for a future meeting. If she ever saw Towhee again, certainly she would have to tell her that she'd met her daughter!