Emberwood [m] Internet killed the video star

Reverie did not want him near her, so he stayed away. He hardly saw the children. He no longer slept in her den. When he crossed her scent line, hers was always intermingled with Dusty Rose - a reality he understood, and that unraveled him all the same. 

She still hadn't returned to talk with him, though every morning, he prayed she would. He knew it was a misunderstanding, and in a way, he understood her distance, too. But he couldn't help the hurt that slowly built up with each passing day, he reluctance to acknowledge that he had never tried anything before - with anyone - and certainly not her! That he had done all he could to prove himself trustworthy to her -

And to have her abandon him so quickly.

Did she even think of him anymore? Or did she smother any thought of seeing him with the new peace she found in Dusty Rose?

Lestan. Boone. Now him. Everett found his thoughts wandering to the first lover she'd ever brought around.

And all he could think was poor Lestan.

He almost felt he understood him, now.

Sometimes, he dreamed of the things he saw the day Foxglove, Peridot, and Carnelian had found him, but he slept more anyways. The dreams did not comfort him, but they were better than the reality he found when waking.

Today, he slept, and a howl broke his dreams.

It took Everett a moment to realize he was not in the land of fire. The sun burned bright and the birds offered their morning chatter, and Tybault's voice lingered on the air. 

Tybault.

Calling for him, and Reverie.

Everett followed after a moment's hesitation. Reverie would be there - but Tybault! Reina.

Tybault. Reina. Tybault. Reina. Soon, his paws clipped along like a beating drum.

Sometging swirled in his chest. Excitement? Anxiety? They felt so much alike. What would he find when he found them? What would they see, when they saw him? Had the herbs worn away? Had his bones filled out again? Had his eyes lost the circles from every sleepless night?

He felt exhausted and frail, but he could not see. He just tried not to worry; tried to just follow.

Hastening paws led him on. Reina! he howled, to let them know he was coming,  Tybault!

He had waited so long.