Emberwood Closeness breeds familiarity

Reverie would never forget her youngest siblings by Gunnar. She recognized Sven by scent; her tail waved merrily as she approached, calling out, Sven! Her eyes were bright.

Oh, you've grown so much... A gentle smile lit her features. How is Gunnar lately? They weren't far from Kvarsheim now. Soon she would need to bring her youngest children to meet their grandfather. He would love them, she knew.