Swiftcurrent Creek Debut

She flinches with Reverie’s touch- how rare it is to be nurtured in such a way, how strange it feels to be held by wolfkind again. The gold girl sifts idly through her mattes and fragments of forest litter like it’s second nature to her. With every brush a little fear allays. Her eyes fall to close and she leans into her strokes.

Her eyes flutter open to find the sunlit bundle that is Blossom. She certainly looks like a little fairy-creature, not unlike her mother.

“Love gives magic,” she concludes after a breath. “That’s cheesy as hell. But I think… it might also be true.”