Hushed Willows i heard the old songs radiating from you

Sundance had sampled the world beyond their burrow and while he yearned for more of it, he did not yearn to experience it alone. So while he might be able to relate to his littlest brother's desire to be free from the confines of their den, he did not gaze longingly toward its entrance or test the bounderies set by their parents. Instead, the silver cherub waited without complaint for the next opportunity to explore.

He contented himself with an antler, working at its tines to soothe his growing milk teeth. Only one of the adults rested nearby, watchful over the litter, though Sundance took little notice of him as his jaws grew tired of chewing and he abandoned his plaything to seek entertainment elsewhere. Atwood's crooning was what drew him in and, with a curious twitch of his tiny nose, the ashen cub invited himself closer to deliver a playful bump of his snout to his sibling's tawny crown.