Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

Note to self: slightly forward dated in Rev's timeline

Increasingly Reverie felt that she had made a mistake. Her first marriage, all over again; it was happening again and she was letting it happen, she had chosen it. And Boone — maybe he thought she would simply accept it, being led into this vulnerability with promises and reassurances only to find that again, again she was becoming the great burden of someone else's life. Maybe he didn't realize that she would sooner set it all alight; that she would burn herself to drifting cinders if it meant escaping this fate.

It didn't matter what he said anymore. If he wanted her trust again, he would have to earn it.

So Reverie drifted in her own sort of rebellion, refusing to stay confined to her den until she knew for a certainty that she was pregnant. She marked the borders and wondered past them, not far enough to take her away from Hearthwood entirely but far enough to taste freedom. What would Boone do, she wondered, if she left? If she took herself and her children to Moonglow as he'd wanted? She would not come back if she did. Not ever again.

She thought that maybe she would hunt. What she didn't expect to find was a little grey coyote, his fur fringed with frost, seeking shelter among the trees. Reverie froze, startled. She was never sure what to think about coyotes. Hello? She called out tentatively, struck for a moment by his resemblance to — Blossom. Her daughter. There was no trace of coyote in her as far as Reverie knew.

Suddenly she doubted that she knew anything at all with certainty.