Hushed Willows ohana

for the second time in his very short life little okeanos has been uprooted -- and again he shoulders it with his gentle joviality, sticking close to mama, close to ibby. it could be thought of as disruption or trauma for the young boy, but to okeanos, he thinks himself a traveler, growing big and strong and interested in the world in his peaceful, harmless way.

but that does not mean he is oblivious to the tension either -- empathy is natural for him, and he's noticed that the two girls (the mean one and the quiet one) are absent from them now, as is their papa and the other guy okeanos didn't know much about, 'cept he hung out with the other puppies sometimes. although he's tried his best to stay out of their way since the spotty girl made him cry, he can't help but worry about mali. poor boy! no papa nor mama or even his sisters! 

disentangling himself from mama's legs, the soot sprite (though verging now on too big to be a sprite) makes his way towards the silvery-dappled boy. "hey, hey," he calls softly, hoping mali isn't in a bad mood and won't yell at him some more (but prepared to weather it if he does), "wanna look 'round or play or somethin'?"