Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

Reverie's voice rose to rally her recruits, though another's boomed more dominantly in Wayfarer's ears. She lifted her head in acknowledgement, a wariness in her that kept her rooted to her resting spot for just a little while longer. The time to meet Boone and Blossom - and whoever else had opted to tag along in support of their claim - was bound to happen sooner or later.

Collecting herself, the young rogue pressed on toward the location they'd chosen to gather the pack. She picked her way smoothly through the willows as though she'd known them her whole life and, thankfully, was not the first to locate Reverie and her companion.

Her arrival was unlikely to be acknowledged, for someone seemed rather unsettled to be there. Amber eyes were drawn to the stranger who lay in a crumpled heap on the ground, then the other who veered toward her. Wayfarer blinked, not sure what to make of the scene, but made no effort to involve herself.