Hushed Willows in-depths

@Aliki is gorgeous, btw!

Carried by the wind, the melody of Reverie's howl reached Reina as she wandered through the Hushed Willows. The fur on her back bristled in alertness; the crimson she-wolf discerned the unspoken message within the howl—it was a cautionary warning. Someone, or something, had breached their borders, and Reverie stood as the guardian. Was she alone? Reina hoped not; the thought of her dear angelic friend, now co-leader of their new pack, facing danger on her own was inconceivable. A wave of anxiety washed over her, but she suppressed it with a steadying breath. Her friend would not be lost; she would be fine. If anything, Boone would not be far from his wife.

Lifting her head high, Reina released a howl of her own. It resonated and reverberated among the trees, disturbing the peace of the snow-laden branches as birds took flight. Yet, Reina paid no mind. She aimed to convey to whoever or whatever Reverie's howl had warned that she was not alone; these were the sacred grounds of the Hearthwood pack.