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

Grateful for Boone's silent support, she leaned against his shoulder slightly and followed his lead. He called for @Blossom, as Reverie had done earlier — but they were closer now, she hoped. And there was another scent on the breeze, something vaguely familiar, something tinged with...

Reverie broke away from her husband to catch more of the scent. Blood? She breathed half to herself, and panic filled her all over again. She wanted to pursue the scent immediately. But if Blossom had heard the call... Reverie waffled, staring in the direction of the scent of blood.