Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

The drama unfolded, with Reverie - sweet, selfless Reverie - uprooting herself to intervene. Wayfarer remained in her place with a neutral expression, her amber eyes gentle on the aspiring Alphess as she worked to gain control over the situation. It seemed to work, for the frantic she-wolf appeared to warm to her proximity and, interestingly, pleaded with Boone to keep his distance.

She glanced his way, curious and wondering if he'd given the nervous recruit a reason to fear him.

Wayfarer did not let her stare linger, and tried not to judge. With a sigh she lifted her ears once more, figuring the meeting could carry on now that Reverie had stabilised things.