Hushed Willows Do I have to die to hear you miss me?

Tamar. She was beautiful, kind, as Meadow had been. Reverie thought briefly of Boone and fought a sudden flash of jealousy. Surely Tamar had a mate of her own; surely there was no reason to worry.

Of course, She agreed readily when the woman asked after Hearthwood. It's nice to meet you, Tamar. For a time they would walk together, discussing each of their packs. By the time Tamar departed to return to her home, Reverie felt a sense of kinship with the woman. Or at least, the beginnings of it. She hoped that they would meet again.