Hushed Willows [m] high on the hill where the foxhorns blow

There was no judgment from Boone, and for that Reverie was grateful. And it was cute, the way he turned shy when he mentioned peeing — but she had never shied from such subjects! I don't think peeing in the pond will help anything, Reverie teased, kissing his cheek and ending it with a playful little nip.

Alright, lead the way, Mister Alpha, She nosed under his chin lovingly and let him take the lead. Reverie was attentive after that, watching what Boone did and imitating him until she felt confident enough to part from her husband in the interest of covering more ground. It was odd, she thought; a year ago she'd walked into a forest and questioned why the trees smelled so much like the wolves there. Now she knew, and she was claiming a place of her own. These were her trees — and Boone's, and Blossom's. She'd never thought she would own trees!