Hushed Willows We all started off as shiny dimes, but we all got flipped too many times

Uncertainty was a thick veil that blanketed the wolves of Hearthwood. And though Abel wished to detatch from that, as he'd done again and again, he could not wholly escape this anxiety. But Reverie's drive would be enough to snuff the feeling for now.

She called for him a second time. Abel weaved his way through the wood with an uncharaceristic swiftness. He greeted her with a nod upon seeing her.