Hushed Willows sávvato

Sister. 

The mention of family and the familiar scent clicked. 

Reverie. This male’s presence made more sense to her now; the familial ties resembled in the coat, the warmth of his eyes. She watched him scour the land in wonder, and she smiled for she felt the same way about her home. Her apprehension dissipated; he was Reverie’s brother, there was no need to fear him. 

She wagged her tail and came closer, enough to where he couldn’t reach her and could inspect him safely. “Welcome to Hearthwood; I am Reina. I assume your sister is Reverie? She hasn’t mentioned family other than Boone, and of course, the littles that she now carries. It is nice to meet you…? I’m sorry—what should I call you?”

She gave him a once over, again, finding him easy on the eyes. Where Reverie was the rising sun, the male was the descending moon. His presence was a gravitation pull, her tides ebbing and flowing, hitting the shores of her core. She was internally embarrassed, not quite comfortable in her own skin. This was not how she wanted to greet a newcomer, especially one of the masculine variety, not during this time. It had come on quickly—the warning signs gone unnoticed since her attack.

Was this the reason for why she felt drawn to Tuft and now this male? It bothered her immensely, the curse of womanhood a bane to her existence. If only her want for a family of her own creation wasn’t so strong in her being, she would be able to successfully ignore it. Having lost her own so young, it was a deep void in her heart that she wanted so desperately to fill. 

But not like this…not after what she has been through.