Hushed Willows I'll stake rare toothpicks in my dirt-filled heart

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Her despair and frustration were mounting as she parted from the silvered boy's company. He was of Moonglow, he knew Kukutux, that much she'd figured out from the scent of him — and too young for Reverie to truly be angry with him. But she wished he'd never come to the willows. She wished @Boone had been the one to find her in her distress.

It was her husband she searched for now, battling the nausea bubbling up in her swollen throat. Reverie was still limping heavily, still incapable of getting anywhere quickly in this state. She wanted to cry all over again. She wanted to curl up in her den and sleep, and forget this whole day. But first she had to find Blossom.