Hushed Willows You got me stuck on the thought of you

@Reverie, correct me if the last piece to this doesn't fit the timeline eyebrow wiggles looking at the recent Rev/Boone coming together post

A surge of excitement blossomed within Reina's chest at the prospect of spending more time with her friend, Reverie—the sole genuine sanctuary in this newfound place she could now call home. The others had maintained their distance, and she couldn't blame them. The pack meeting had been disastrous—she hadn't intended for the spotlight to shift onto her. Since the meeting concluded and the members dispersed, engaging in their activities, she grappled with the aftermath. The barriers she had constructed to keep thoughts of HIM at bay had collapsed. Taking some time to reconstruct them, she hoped that with the assistance of Reverie and the distraction of a job, they wouldn't crumble again.

With a yearning to mend her own wounds, both physical and emotional, Reina looked to Reverie, eager to start the lessons. She watched as the gilded wolf leapt across the roots, carefree and child-like; Reina felt her unease lift as she smiled. It was nice to see someone enjoying themselves, no matter who was or wasn't there. Laughing, she called out to Reverie.

"Hey, there, little frog! What seems to have you in such a good mood today?" She padded over the roots, barely managing not to trip, before settling down near the herbs Reverie brought for the occasion. As she came in closer proximity to Reverie, she could smell Boone, the intimidating leader of the pack, and, despite the recent interaction with the male, she smiled coyly to herself. Good for them.