Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Hands 'round my neck, heavenly unfold

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Reverie is in heat (but unable to conceive per rules) and trespassing! Injuries & powerplay welcome. Tagging @Akavir @Arric and @Arlette for visibility

It was not into the valley she fled, in the end. Reverie crossed the borders of Swiftcurrent Creek in a panic, breaths coming ragged and too-fast as she dissolved into shock and grief. Everett. Everett, what did you do?

Her! Her, of all wolves! His own sister.

Blindly she sought safety, and perhaps it was ironic that this search had led her here. The setting of so many nightmares. Yet she knew Akavir and Arric, knew they would never touch her knowing that it wasn't what she wanted. They would protect her. So she cut a path toward the den Akavir had once led her to, tail tucked firmly between her legs. There were no thoughts in her, none but the need for safety.