Hushed Willows This is how you remind me of what I really am

Opposites. Reverie smiled faintly at that. She could hardly imagine a den made from snow! It seemed like it would be far too cold to sleep in.

A den made of snow? How do you do that? She wondered aloud. And the day passed that way, simple and sweet, with Wayfarer giving her explanation before they were inevitably drawn into their hunt. Reverie still wasn't quite a fan of hunting — but Wayfarer's presence made it a little easier. They would share the spoils in the aftermath, and cache the rest, and Reverie would spend the evening thinking about how lucky she was to have such a lovely friend in Hearthwood already.