Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

fading here!! <3

reina left as his speech came to a close, as did the others, one by one.
boone himself came lumbering down the sloping end of the ledge in search of his wife. his eyes held a flurry of emotions that sent him reeling skyward, up and out of his body; excitement, pride, worry. gaining respect from hearthwood's members would be no simple task.
but still; we did it, he says to her, voice high and boyishly giddy. we're doin' it. they had numbers. they had people! they had a pack!
within the span of mere minutes, he would lead her off to their secluded cliffside den, and for the rest of the evening he would not part from her side.