Swiftcurrent Creek And never ask us why

Reverie was no tracker. Tybault had followed Reina's scent and blood trail, while her own task was to search the taiga and valley for any overlapping scents with the unfamiliar one they'd picked up at their borders. And she was no guardian, either. She wouldn't be of any use if she did find trouble, or Reina herself. All she could do was run back to her pack and find another route to take them far away.

It became clear eventually that Reina had not been taken into the valley. This was, in theory, what Reverie had hoped for. The valley was meant to be their haven from the constant chaos of their remote mountain home, at least until they gained their bearings. Yet she felt hollow.

She found herself nearing Swiftcurrent Creek's borders, eyes red-rimmed with exhaustion and grief. Impulsively, Reverie nearly called out for Arric. She would have gone to him about something like this in the past. But he had his own life now. His own concerns.

She wasn't quite sure why she was here at all.