Sunbeam Lair A husband waits outside

After. She blinked, studying the pale wolf for a moment before she answered. It wasn't a question she'd expected from any of the Casco Bay wolves — least of all him, Sea-Snake, who carried the misty shroud of his home wherever he went. That island had been a cold place. His was a cold presence.

After, Reverie said softly, carefully, is too certain a word to be used here, I think. When is after? When we go back? When Sunfil is retaken? When my father is dead?

I'd like to find my daughters, when it's safe. I'd like to see my husband again. Maybe when I do - maybe that will be after, for me.

She took a deep breath, glancing down to see that her paws still did not tremble even now that she felt like crying.

And what will yours be?