Hushed Willows His smile's your rope

He came at the sound of his brother's voice, having already been roving the Hearthwood for food or trinkets to bring back to Reverie, to lavish on both her and the kids. Everett sent up a quick note of his own, alerting his sister that he madder his way towards the border to meet their rangers there.

He'd had little time to think much beyond his family these past number of weeks. Children demanded a much as he remembered - and he thought of Caracal and Heda in moments as these. Other moments, he thought of his God, and offered many prayers for his nieces, his sister, his brother, even, and all the wolves who became family to him here. For Boone. For Kyrell, who'd left shortly after. For Dusty Rose, and Hypnos, and Abel, all who had stood by these shifting golden sands.

For Reina, who met him here, now, alongside Tybault. His watchful gaze found its way way to her first. A flutter of a warm spring breeze raked through his fur, and quickly he turned to address the moose in the room.

Who are these? he asked softly, silvered gaze now taking in the strangers, both young and clad in earthen fur. One trembled, while the other stood as a rock beside her. They both hung close to Reina's side. Everett's gaze searched their faces before he turned back to Reina and Tybault.