Hushed Willows This is how you remind me of what I really am

Wayfarer felt frost underfoot as she picked her way through the willows, and found herself thinking on the Winter to come. Soon fresh snowfall woukd blanket the lands, making life difficult - especially for a fledgling pack like Hearthwood. She still wasn't sure what to make of it. It was a fondness for Reverie that spurred her decision to stay, though there was a strong possibility she'd choose to disperse whenever Spring returned.

Whenever her gilded companion was sure to swell with new life.

An unfamiliar weight sunk to the pit of her belly at the thought, the mental image. Wayfarer wished she could scratch it from her mind's eye, and just as she prepared to distract herself with a jog she caught a glimpse of her friend between the trees up ahead. She barked to attract Reverie's attention, and pressed on toward her.