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

Reverie was nothing less than thrilled to see Dusty Rose so enthusiastic over her offering. Idly she moved to pluck another vibrant flower for him, and would continue to repeat the action for as long as he would accept them from her. Very different... She murmured her agreement, but fell into attentive silence as he went on.

She understood that this was significant to him by the subject matter if not his cues — but she took note of those, too. Reverie rolled to her belly in an effort to be somewhat presentable for the conversation, though her fur was still quite mussed and strewn with flowers and leaves. From his words she gathered that it had been a long time since he'd last seen his home. Yet he missed it still.

You can always come back to us, you know, Reverie said softly, knowing that it wasn't the same but wanting him to understand that she hoped this pack would one day be his home. His family. Still, she'd spent enough time avoiding sorrow to recognize the attempt. So her tone lightened with her next words, a faint smile lighting her features: Just try not to maim my brothers, please. They've got enough problems.