Hushed Willows sávvato

His allegiance to Hearthwood seemed to soothe this woman Reina, and he smiled as brought his attention back to her.

Thank you, he said with the whisper of a laugh. Despite her curiosity, she still kept him at a comfortable distance, but he didn't mind. Evander had always been the more touchy-feely sibling, out of the two of them. Everett was happy to share in good company, with enough space to breathe in between.

You assume correct, and though his smile edged with a flicker of sadness when Reina mentioned Reverie's silence about him, he couldn't blame her - and, he reminded himself, she was so happy when she saw I had finally followed her home. But how much had his absence hurt her? He doubted her silence was because she'd forgotten him; he had often thought of her, and he knew her enough to believe she had done the same of him. Our family isn't a point of particularly pleasant conversation, he said, we both don't speak of them often.

And wasn't that the truth.

Everett, he offered, and dipped his head; old habits still died hard, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Reina. It seems my sister has found more than a good land, but good company, too. He did find her gaze tracing him a little more often than normal wolves did. Perhaps she was still putting two and two together and finding those little familial signs of Reverie in his face, his fur, his eyes. Whatever the case, it felt nice and too much altogether. He quickly turned the conversation back on her, so, Reina, as a seasoned member of Hearthwood, what would you say is your number one favourite thing about living in the pack so far?