Hushed Willows To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar

Everett's mind had been anywhere but here when the yelling began. In fact, he'd been somewhere quite far from here, though if anyone asked, he'd have a hard time saying where. Between his codex on the Isle, the pack at large, and his worry over Reina and Tybault (more honestly, with Tybault)... it's was a small thing to say that he had a lot on his mind. 

But suddenly, Reverie's daughters showed themselves to truly be her own, though what came out of their mouths was, well... hardly a song. Everett's attention snapped back to the present and the here and the now, dust motes catching the soft steam of light. He bumbled over his own paws as he turned, and sought to catch sight of whatever had disrupted them --

Reverie! he caught himself saying -- dumbstruck, then spinning towards the den mouth where he called louder -- excited, eager, punctuated with a laugh -- Reverie, come, come! They can see!!

All the whole, they screamed behind him.