Hushed Willows Grass Blows in the Wind and Willows Weep

Ah, the death she'd heard about. Reverie turned somber when Heph mentioned it, nodding quietly. I heard about that. From um, Massaraq. I'm sorry, She said softly, wishing again that she had more to offer than condolences. Death was such a cruel thing.

But it seemed Heph had more news, lighter news, and for that Reverie was grateful. A hunt between packs; her ears perked with interest immediately. It would be good for Hearthwood to attend, she thought. They were still a fledgling pack in many ways, lacking true connections within the wilds except for those Reverie had made personally. She nodded again after a moment, carefully brightening.

That would be wonderful - thank you for the invitation, She offered a gentle smile. I don't know if all of Hearthwood will come - some of our wolves are... shy, and still settling in. But I'll be there, and maybe my husband will come, too. Where exactly is um - Hoshor Plains? Reverie hadn't spent much time on the other side of the mountains. She'd always meant to explore the region, but then... well, life happened.