Hushed Willows hushed

All welcome! I'd like to meet some of my new packmates, please~ ^__^

So fell an odd, odd silence. The shy little waif had spent so long now in the company of the band of broken travellers, and even when there had not been talking there had been the soft pad of their paw steps or their gentle breathing as they slept. They had filled his ears, and his eyes, and quite certainly they had filled his heart. But it was a fragile heart still traumatised by the events that had come before, and now the boy was a creature so timid that he felt he would not have been welcome at Marauder's Keep if Harlyn hadn't been here to vouch for him.

It was late afternoon. The day was dragging but the sun stayed resolutely up and about, bright as you like, golden at the corners. Little Voice had slept nervously, then awoke. He had done nothing in the pack so far — not even explored, a sad irony given his history as a Scout. But now he had to do something. So he ventured around the edge of the willow forest, soft white paws almost silent, big eyes taking in everything with great uncertainty.