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

Love in this way was not a foreign feeling to Reverie, yet it felt different each time. There was no comparing Dusty Rose to those who had come before him; no comparing him to anyone at all, she thought, but especially not the men she'd loved before. Even now she did not let them truly enter her thoughts. Instead her mind was filled with Dusty Rose, the blue of his eyes and his sharp coyote muzzle and the red that tinged the big, soft ears she loved so much. She loved all of him. She loved him.

Reverie led her lover from Swiftcurrent Creek back to the Emberwood, kissing him all the way, never breaking their contact. Back to their hollow, a place she would not allow to be tainted by what Everett had done. It was theirs, after all, hers and Dusty Rose's. That alone made it a beautiful place to be.