Lost Creek Hollow i've known mornings white as diamonds

His attempt to direct Silas seemed to work, though only as a distraction. The boy wasn't so sure on his feet yet and that too brought a thin smile to his father's face. Funny to think that they had all been that small, and docile. "Not today, kiddo," he murmured, only to swoop in and gather his son away from the lead up to the mouth of the den. It was a gentle grasp, only firm enough to ensure his grasp on him as he turned away and back towards the others. There, Mordecai was not hesitant to set him down and lounge himself, keeping the growing boy between his long forelegs.

y so cute silas yyy