Hushed Willows The keeper of this host

Mmhmm, she murmured from behind the bulk of her son's fur and flesh. A little nod accompanied the murmur, but halfway through the reaction she realized she was making Tam go up and down. Shaken baby syndrome was not a joke; so she stopped abruptly, and then with a smile, held him prone so that Grace could play with him a little. Once Tambourine's reaction time began to slow down (and her neck began to cramp a little), Tavi decided enough was enough. No more play time—it was time for a nice long nap, or something. So she turned from Grace, swinging Tambourine as little as she could in the process, and carried him back to the Crook.