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

The sight of him filled her with a thousand emotions; foremost, relief. Reverie burst into tears again, stepping around the beaver to press herself into his arms even as she spoke. I - I can't find Blossom, Her voice broke. She left - I found her scent, but it's old, and - This is my fault. Reverie swallowed her self-loathing, knowing it would make nothing better.

We - we have to find her, It was an effort to stay calm. She doesn't - she never leaves for this long. What if - what if something happened to her? For the first time Reverie considered that the cat might have found Blossom, the same one that had hurt her. She started to tremble, still clinging to her husband.