Hushed Willows saihs

It was odd to be back in this place. Odd, but not painful. This was the home she'd built with Boone, yes, and the place where she'd lost him forever — but it was also where her daughters had been born. Where she'd met Dusty Rose. Where she'd come into herself, her own power.

It was odd, too, to see another dog roaming the willows. Reverie halted where she stood, ears tall. Hello, She called out, at once intrigued by the prospect of meeting another of — her kind? Not truly, but closer than any purebred wolf, she thought. Her mother wasn't the same kind of dog at all, but there was a kinship to be found all the same. Her tail swayed slowly behind her.