Lost Creek Hollow rockabye

Little Larkspur's heart broke a little when Pippin's lip trembled. She moved forward, lissome and gentle, to rub her cream muzzle alongside his in a gesture of comfort. Her tiny pink tongue poked out to softly bathe his face while affectionate little sounds of reassurance slipped from her maw. This went on for a minute or two before she stepped back.

Her blue eyes lifted again to Mordecai when he invited her to join their cuddle puddle. Although she had just woken from a nap, Spur was more than happy to oblige, especially if it would make Pippin feel better. She nodded, slowly at first, then more vigorously as she pressed nearer and curled her pale, fuzzy body as close as physically possible.