Hushed Willows I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as you're leaving

She hadn't expected his warmth; a surge of her own followed it, and a brilliant smile lit her features. You're welcome - I wanted to, Reverie assured him softly. I'm grateful you're here, you know?

I um, I found some caves that might make good dens, She added at his mention of struggling with carving out a den. I'm not sure what's in them, though. I was thinking about - getting everyone together to explore them sometime, maybe. Reverie wasn't certain everyone would take to the caves, but it was an option while the snows kept them from other alternatives.

And - I'm doing well, A polite lie, but what else could she say? Cold, more often than not! Reverie laughed quietly as she said it; anyone who looked at her could see that she was lacking in the winter coat department, another mark of her domestic heritage. She cast a brief glance around them. I wonder what this place will look like in spring. It was already kind of late into fall when we got here...