Hushed Willows A Special Announcement

It wouldn't be long now. She'd prepared a whelping den for herself already, and now spent her days alternating between lounging in her den and flitting about the territory daydreaming. Hearthwood was quiet of late, aside from the Moonglow woman Minnow entering her season. Reverie had hope that it would pass without incident.

That hope was dashed to pieces when Tuft came to her. Reverie was stretched out just beyond the den entrance, as she often was. She sat up with a soft huff, but listened intently to what he said. Tuft and Minnow, mated now; wanting children. She was happy for them, truly, but this talk of children — she hesitated at that.

I'm happy for you, Tuft, Reverie began, and she meant that, though she worried faintly for Reina and how this would be received by the Middleman. She'd spoken fondly of Tuft not so long ago. Would your children be raised in Hearthwood? Or Moonglow? Whether she had a decision to make at all depended on the answer to this question. And she dreaded it; there was nothing they could do to prevent the temptations of the season from luring their wolves away.