Lost Creek Hollow the whirling ways of stars that pass

Gannet walked past the den he'd helped to dig that morning, expecting it to be quiet as usual. Instead, he heard the soft sounds of a newborn in the recesses alongside Mona's presence. He didn't approach, but did sit down a ways away, listening with a small smile on his face.

He knew better than to intrude but the joy of having children soon to play with filled him. He couldn't tell how many but abt amount was good, and he would stay there to contemplate it a while as well as to ensure everything inside was okay.