Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

When Tauris shook out her fur, Reverie wondered if she'd said the wrong thing. Maybe there wasn't any normal way to put it? But the silver-eyed girl said nothing more on the subject, so Reverie was happy to leave it lying in the snow behind them. She focused on Tauris to avoid thinking about the hunt, staying at her side but allowing her a slight lead as they pursued the trail. Her dread mounted as they neared the end of it, and then —
There they were. Serene, limned by the evening sun, simply existing among one another. Reverie remembered when she had been like them: only one part of a whole, lost in the overlap of so many hearts joined as one. She tried to swallow back the sudden lump in her throat. Yes, She whispered, eyes already searching for signs of weakness among them. It was natural; it was what wolves were meant for. But Reverie did not want it.