Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

It was a relief to know that his pack seemed to be a welcoming bunch. The prospect of having a place to go in the future filled some part of her, the part that already worried about the next winter. It was a shame she was such a stick in the mud over the matter. Of course, a bit of soul searching would not hurt her, so a few more months on her own would probably do her some good. Or they would turn her feral. Who can really tell?

The dove nodded along with his words, allowing his gentle smile to invoke one of her own. "Thank you, and my name is Feyre." Her amber eyes trained onto his. "And yours? So I at least know who to reference in the future?" A suggestion that she had heard all of his not-so-subtle convincing.