Hushed Willows Do I have to die to hear you miss me?

A woman appeared at the borders, carrying a dove. Reverie was caught off guard for a moment, but she recognized the scent on her in the next instant, even before she spoke it. The pack which had sent a healer to her. The familiarity relaxed her.

Oh, hello, Reverie called back, approaching with a gentle sway to her tail. Meadow's pack, right? Thank you again for sending help. I'm Reverie. A faint smile accompanied her words, though her eyes were tinged with sorrow to recall the incident which had brought the healer here.