Hushed Willows Call it post-traumatic, now it's do or die

Kyrell's ears cupped towards the Coach as she recounted past and present woes. Former packs and witches, and friends that may be friends no longer. Old wounds aggravated by fresh ones. He listened quietly, even when her words were less for him and more for the open air.

Nonetheless, he was surprised Reverie didn't take ownership for her place in Hearthwood.

I think you're underselling yourself. You may not feel it, but Hearthwood wouldn't be the same without you.

He meant it.

He sat back onto his haunches. Reverie was considering looking outside for more help. Were you hoping this Swiftcurrent fellow, Arric be a self-defense teacher of sorts? His tone was tentative. It sounded as though bad blood may be left between Reverie and this man, if the not the entire pack of Swiftcurrent Creek.