Hushed Willows there's a syncopated beat

I don’t tend to connect much, anyway.

What a rather lonely life, she thought. The healer couldn’t deny that she had felt much the same way during the days where she traveled from her home and into the Wilds. Then, by happenstance, she ran into Reverie and the rest was history. The Hushed Willows changed her for the better.

“I’m happy that you’re here and enjoying yourself. And, thank you for thinking of the babes—it surely does take a pack to raise young ones.” She smiled at him. There had been coyotes and wolves who would mingle together in Rhodesia, their young being mixes of both, much like the male before her. Many were a part of her pack and she considered them much the same to her as would a full-blooded wolf. There were no differences in her eyes.

Though he seemed rather indifferent towards her, she stayed put. There would be another time to see Reverie and the babies, but she left this time for the coywolf. “It was nice to finally meet you, but I’m afraid I’m keeping you from your task.”