Hushed Willows His smile's your rope

Carnelian and Peridot will be PP’d in Reina’s responses. Tags for reference.

Her eagerness to get home had been evident by her quick, though heartfelt, farewells to Kukutux, @Minnow, and @Tuft. The latter two had spread word to others around Moontide, searching for those who might claim the children, but there had been nothing found. The red healer could not leave the children behind, so she brought them with her, much to Tybault’s dismay. Many eye rolls later, she had put her foot down—they were hers and she would not let anyone, especially Tybault, tell her different.

Except…maybe, Reverie. She had a say in all of this, of course, and it was at the forefront of Reina’s thoughts that she may refuse to absorb them. The gilded female, made mother again, had her own little ones to tend to; for Reina to bring others, though older and more capable of caring for themselves, it could possibly be a hardship for the pack. She would have to deal with that if it comes.

The children had stuck to her like sticky sap, flanking her closely, on their journey home. Her words were reserved for the children, barely any said to their male companion. Carnelian had asked about Hearthwood, its story and those that live there; Peridot had remained quiet, always listening, though her anxieties were visible in the way her small body shivered and shook—regardless of the temperatures.

Reina’s own nerves felt taut, tightening even further as they neared their borders, threatening to snap as Tybault heralded their return. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest—not from nervousness, but from excitement. Her eyes remained glued to the borders, searching for the two pieces of gold she coveted the most.