Emberwood There's no such thing as time to kill, nor time to throw away

The Emberwood was safe. It felt safe. For the first time in weeks, Reverie let herself truly relax. She allowed the girls to wander as they pleased, confident in her pack's ability to keep an eye on them. They all knew what was at stake, and besides, Swiftcurrent Creek was just next door.

And she was so, so tired of worrying. She didn't want to spend a moment longer on it. So instead, Reverie had sniffed out a nice soft patch of flowers, and promptly flopped down on her back to roll in them. What was the point of living if you couldn't roll around in flowers every now and then?