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

A little, She sniffled, still pressed into his arms. Her panic was slowly dissolving into gratitude — for his presence, his perceived lack of judgment, his concern for her. Just bruised, I think.

Reverie stepped back then, beckoning him into the den with her. It would be easier to shield him from the wrath of any Swiftcurrent Creek wolves that way, she thought now that she had the presence of mind to think it. She was welcome here, but all the same, they weren't really meant to be here.

The tears still fell even as she calmed. I - I never thought he would - Reverie swallowed hard. Her voice dropped to a whisper. I don't know what to do.