After a few more rounds of goodbyes and mostly naked hugs that probably make us look like some kind of weird cult, Luna and Reese manage to pull themselves away and venture back to the circle. It's a hell of a lot bigger as we all join hands, and she leads the familiar chant, but there's a calm feeling softening the rock in my stomach. Now this is a proper Stone Hollow sendoff, fit for our two honorary packmates.
