Permafrost Hollows the cult of dionysus

as calm returned to wilwarin, as she drank in the sight of the three together, she knew that all was well. dreamer would never leave them. he had proven himself as a caretaker to the woman and a protector to the boys, and wilwarin could not fathom the idea that he might grow tired of his role for any real length of time; she stood there watching them and found herself smiling.

there was the sound of steps among the sussuration of the green behind her, and wilwarin (despite being mute, was exceptionally perceptive) turned to witness an approaching shadow. she was unafraid; her dreamer would come to her if need be, but in that moment wilwarin saw nothing amiss. the woman came up close and there was a gift hanging there, an offering.

wilwarin's contentedness extended to the stranger. she shared a warmth with her, smiling, settling to her haunches in the grass. there was a curious tilt to her ears. as one who could only mouth language, she had learned very early-on in her life to be very expressive. a wave of her tail was invitation for the stranger to come closer, and a dip of her head conveyed, come here, sit with me.

was the shadow here because of the dream?