Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

For a moment, Harlyn fear that her efforts would not work. Perhaps she would need to pause to explain what she intended for them, but her kids at least caught on quickly enough. She grinned as she whipped the branches just out of their reach,then above their heads and this way and that. She felt their teeth clench upon the boughs and snag, but tugged them away quick as she could so that she could keep the game going.

She was delighted when Grace joined as well, and woofed through her clenched teeth to entice them further. After a moment, she darted past the three of them to spin and face them again from another angle. She whipped her head to tap the branches lightly across Silas's, Lark's and Grace's heads, giggling softly.