Hushed Willows Insist on your cup of stars.

ariel spends most of his time these days in the dens with his children, determined to make up for missing most of his previous litter's childhood. there is some anxiety in his guardianship, as if they will die suddenly should he look away for a second, but his wives mostly soothe this neuroticism, and he trusts them. 

it is peaceful in the dens.

he is dozing when sundance begins to shift, the small movements lazily rousing him, though he does not move until his silvery son comes to a stop near the entrance. delicately he extracts himself from his other children (atwood complains noisily, but settles), and comes to lay next to sundance, watching his expression with a small smile. "what do you think?" he asks, not expecting any sort of answer, but amused by his son's wide-eyed wonder and hoping to encourage it a little.