Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

When one of the voices called his name, the pup finally stopped shoving his tongue into the ragged wound, eyes flicking upward. "...Silas?" he called back a little dumbly, lurching onto his feet and trotting around to the willow's other side. Indeed, both Silas and Harlyn were parked there. The pup's tail pumped enthusiastically back and forth as he gamboled up to them, nearly tangling his overly long legs again as he screeched to a halt about a foot away from the mother and son pair.

"I was lookin' for mum!" he announced, apropos of nothing, a little shadow passing behind his eyes before they cleared again. "What're you guys doin'?" he wondered loudly in the next breath. For perhaps the first time in his life, he realized how loud he was being and grinned sheepishly before lowering the volume slightly and adding, "Lookin' for your family too?" His eyes shifted between the two as he went right back to poking his tongue into his freshly pierced lip.