Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

Before too long, the girls joined him and Silas eventually brightened, encouraged by the company of his sister and packmate beside him. It came surprisingly easy, especially with his mother's comforting presence so nearby as well, and Silas enjoyed it now that the play was in motion. He occasionally yipped merrily and continued to snap his teeth at the branches, with or without them actually being within reach.

When Harlyn spun away from them, he pounced after her with his tongue lolling. He tried to jump up, towards the dancing twigs, but struggled to get the right angle and momentum with them continually in motion. Still, he wasn't going to be discouraged by that, and kept pestering it again and again so long as it still dangling invitingly around him.