Hushed Willows [m] Test a nerve, baby, you know what the price is

sorry for the holdup!

Boone arrived, with one of the new fellows on his tail, Tuft he thought. Relieved, Kyrell looked to the Harbinger, only to find the man... detached.

Moonglow. He recalled them as one of the packs at the bison hunt in the plains across the mountains.

They were going there? Now?

His brow knitted as he attempted to process it all. It made sense, right? They still lacked much in way of specialists, healers, and tradesmen. But how quickly could they get there? He didn't know where Moonglow resided exactly, but he knew they weren't neighbors.

Kyrell's attention shifted when Reverie voiced her disagreement. Collapsing once more into the snow. Kyrell moved to aid her again, mouth parting as he lifted his head to face Boone.

Boone was already leaving.

Tuft trailed after the Harbinger, inquiring how to act. Kyrell looked back to Reverie to find her in tears. Pleading not to leave.

Both of his leaders were in disagreement. He would have to choose between them.

Kyrell helped lift Reverie to her paws. Guilt and uncertainty plaguing his mind. I cannot force you to do anything. His voice trailed. He could say more. He could try to sway her.

He remained silent. He hoped she would seek help.