Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

Diminutive, against his form. He breathed again, eyes upon the sapling, just as hers were. Considering.

Could he trust her?

His head tilted, closer to her, uncertain.  Cygnet has been a close kept secret. The fall of the valley alliances something he had never had to speak of.

His words were slow, as if carefully selecting what he could trust her with. The reason we couldn't give Moss a proper burial... He frowned. He tasted the words on his tongue before speaking them.

She'd given birth, Reverie... she has a daughter.

And his grip on her tightened. His muzzle burying to the thick fur of her nape. Begging, silently, that she did not make him regret revealing this secret.