Hushed Willows the rocks in the hills are covered in gold

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Each morning when she woke, she sat and groomed all of the dust and the tangles from @Boone's fur. She cleaned his wound and applied fresh herbs. She brought him water. And when that was done, she parted to hunt for him, rarely ever bringing him food from a cache. There was a comfort in this routine; comfort in the knowledge that he needed her.

But every morning, when she finally finished this series of tasks and parted from their den for the day, she found somewhere quiet and sat down to cry for a time. He needed her. But she needed him, too. She needed to rest, and she couldn't, not while there was so much to be done. Kukutux had told her to rest.

Reverie tried not to think too much about what would happen if she did not.

She was searching for a place to weep in peace when she heard the song through the trees. It halted her in her tracks, ears pulled forward to listen intently. Oh, she did love to hear others sing!

And the girls are sweeter than — shit

Reverie couldn't help but giggle at that. She followed the sound and found Dusty Rose digging a hole in the snow, and giggled a little more at the sight of him. Sweeter than shit, hm? That's a low bar, She teased lightly, tail swaying. What're you digging for? Looking for treasure?