Hushed Willows shimon

Reverie had kept her distance from the wolves she'd allowed within their borders, sensing their grief would be best served by solitude. None of them seemed keen on company. Yet the woman remained in her thoughts, the widow, the Redhawk with sad golden eyes. They'd come from the sea.

Are you settling in alright? She called out softly when she spotted the woman. Her approach was slow, still hindered by the limp that might never leave her. Reverie glanced around for the children and did not find them; they were alone, for now, and maybe that was best. Maybe this way, they could have a true conversation.