Hushed Willows Insist on your cup of stars.

Drip, drip, drip.

Seemingly never-ending, the rain fell continuously in heavy droplets. Sundance watched and listened quietly, his stormy gaze drifting between the sodden willow branches to the rippling puddles at their roots. The world he knew beyond the den was sodden wet, while he and his family were snug and dry inside. How did that work!?

The mystery water that fell from the sky roused his curiosity, but fear of the unknown kept him rooted to the safety of his mothers' den. Torn, little Sundance lowered his hindquarters as his guardian settled alongside him and, lifting his eyes to look upon the adult's slim features, he responded to his question with a breathy whine of uncertainty.