Swiftcurrent Creek And never ask us why

Reverie could only nod grimly, reminded of Kukutux's words. Do not think about it. How else was she meant to cope with so much loss?

The offer of Akavir's presence brought a small tension to her, however. Her first instinct was to refuse, but she bit that back in favor of politeness. Any other time she might have agreed readily to the meeting, but Reverie still felt on the verge of tears, and Akavir of all wolves was not to be trusted with her grief. Perhaps one day they might call each other friends, however tentatively — but Reverie didn't think she would ever forget the things he'd said to her.

So she hesitated. Oh, that's... that's alright. I don't want to bother him. But I'd appreciate it very much if you could pass on the message. I'm sure he'll come tell me if it bothers him, At least this way she would have some time to prepare to see him. She hadn't been given the luxury of a warning when he'd visited the willows. Reverie warmed when she spoke of her daughters, however; Their names are Dahlia, Foxglove, and Petal. They're nearly weaned now - and a handful.