Hushed Willows My faith is shaken, but I still believe.

Movement, slow and bleary to his new vision, had the babe lifting his head in attempt to follow with his gaze. His mother swept in closer until her face was directly before his own. He simply stared at her, not afraid but not confident enough to scoot forward and investigate. Instead, little Sundance was content to simply observe.

The pale provider spoke, though he made no sense of her lips' movement and failed to hear her gentle words. Finally, after several moments of silent study and entirely unaware to his brother's demand for attention nearby, Sundance shifted just enough to reach out with his blunt snout and place a well-aimed boop on her feathery white cheek.