Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

Grace did not come closer, so Silas worried for a beat that there may be an extra moment of tension because she seemed nervous about them too and their weeny greetings probably didn't help much. The stutter in her voice led him to believe that, anyway, and deep down, he was glad she stayed where she was for now. He had no real reason to feel that way beyond his own shyness.

But, his bright eyes turned towards his mother's motions for a welcome distraction. She brought his attention to the branch, and when it shook in her jaws, he watched the ends of it sway much more than any normal twig would. It took him a moment of observation to get the gist of this, or rather, he paused before he eventually gave into what was only seemed right in face of a invitation like that. He pounced forward, teeth first, into the floppy pieces of tree and chomped at the twigs at the end of it. Some broke, others swayed just out of his reach.