Hushed Willows Call it post-traumatic, now it's do or die

All good to fade!

He nodded to Reverie, paw lifting slightly to wave her on. Don't you worry about it. I'm not something to add to the list, you got that?

He would not keep the gilded woman longed than needed. Not when they both had their parts to play. She would care for Boone, and he would keep the pack fed.

When the coach would ultimately depart, Kyrell's gaze would travel back down to the fox at his paws. He was not sure how much time he would have to himself in he coming weeks, but he even he needed busywork. Collecting the animal, he too turned away. Wandering back into the thicket.