Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

It was a strange disconnect Reverie felt between the feelings she harbored for her leaders and those she held for pack life. She'd loved both of them immediately, and trusted them more than she'd trusted even her own family. In a way, they had become family to her already. I could never hate you, Gunnar told her, and she could only think that she loved him. It didn't matter how long they'd known each other; it only mattered what they were willing to give to one another.
But that love just couldn't stifle the feeling of being suffocated every time she thought of trying to be like — them. All of them, every pack wolf she'd met. Love, she was learning, was never more important than her responsibility to herself. It came in at a close second, but she had to put herself first. Otherwise the fog would come again, and she would forget all of them and none of it would matter anyway.
It seemed sad to her, that it had to be this way, and suddenly she wanted to explain to Gunnar. Maybe he would understand. He had mentioned that freedom had been important to him. But then he was asking about her wounds, and she remembered the bear and her embarrassment.
Oh, I... there was a bear. I'm okay, though, She hoped he wouldn't lose it the way Lestan had. Reverie didn't think she could handle that a second time. I don't think it followed me back to Kvarsheim. She couldn't be certain, but she figured if the bear had followed, she would be bear poop by now. She had lost days, and would not have known to run from the creature if it found her. And it surely would have.