Hushed Willows Run along now, don't be glum

The children had grown tired of her den, wanting to explore their new home. Or, at the very least, a place where they can at least shelter lest Reverie decided otherwise. Reina knew that there was that chance, and she had not a clue what the next steps would be, but it was neither here nor there at the moment. No, right now, she was to enjoy the time with Carnelian and Peridot as much as she could and show them the beauties of Hearthwood.

One of those beauties had laid herself upon Opal Lake’s edges. The red healers eyes softened at the sight of her. Her heart sped and slowed at the same time the nearer the three ventured closer. She called out with a bark, alerting Reverie to the three’s presence.

As they drew nearer still, Reina spotted a noticeable wound on the golden female’s foreleg. “Reverie. What happened? You’re hurt.” She had swiftly settled herself close enough to inspect the wound if Reverie allowed.