Lost Creek Hollow rockabye

For a moment, panic threatened to creep into his actions when Pippin did not seem to improve. The boy gagged and wretched, only to quite literally spit up the root of his problems — the butterfly. Mordecai's panic seemed to fade swiftly on its own from there, though his face remained contorted with concern. He went to offer his son a reassuring lick to his head, only for the boy to twist and retch once again. This time, there was no butterfly, only whatever remained of his breakfast.

At that point, the easiest thing Mordecai could think to do was to gently pick him up by the scruff and return him closer to the den with the others. Only it wasn't to release him to play — Mordecai was content to pull Pippin close and comfort him in what ways he knew how. It was here that he offered a reassuring lick and soft words. "See? It's okay now."