Hushed Willows And I don't care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out

Emotion is spilled into the air as Reverie attempted to convey a hopeful future to them. Dusty Rose and Abel, one an acquaintance to him while the other was a stranger, both seemed to accept her vision without pause. And why shouldn't they? Reverie sat before them with new babes at her belly. She already elevated her brother to assist her in leadership. Despite dancing around her grief before them she already was setting things in motion. Ultimately, to change Hearthwood.

His breath caught in his chest. She had shared similar sentiments to him before, hadn't she?

I'll be honest: Hearthwood is his pack.

It was hers too, wasn't it? Did it also not belong to those that were present at its founding? A fire sparks in his chest. Burning.

There's going to be some changes. A simpler way of living.

Wait, it hadn't been that long, right? They could still find him. Why change things when he might come back? Were they really giving up on Boone's dream that quickly?

It takes him several seconds to realize that they were waiting for him. He swallows then parts his lips. When did he start clenching his teeth? He reminds himself that Hearthwood was barely over a season old. That new still? His jaw is slack for several heartbeats before he collects himself with a tight frown. Brow furrowing.

His gaze passed over Reverie briefly before he turned his head away. No words escaped his lips.

Perhaps the pack he joined several months ago had already come and gone.

Perhaps it was time to go himself.