Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

a day late BUTTT welcome to hearthwood's first "packtivity" / official welcome ceremony for all new recruits! <3 @Reverie @Mae @Blossom @Wayfarer @Kyrell @Reina

central to the glade in the heart of the willows, there lies a ledge made of slate and gneiss, coated with soft wildgrass in the summer and now painted ivory with the first signs of winter. the sun filters between the clouds in ribbons of soft gold. boone's breath falls from between his lips in clouds of steam as he begins to settle atop the butte.
he can't remember the last time he spoke to a group like this, stood like a preacherman with his chest out and expression set with pride. his family grew, and there would surely be more to come in the new year. what was once a mere dream for he and his wife had now swiftly become a reality.
he whistles for reverie to join him at the hip for the first time as not just his spouse, but his co-leader; and together they would send up the call for all others to gather.