Hushed Willows Shooting stars are not stars at all.

He blinked, tufted grey ears cupped forward to listen intently to what Dakota had to say, but he was saddened to hear that she didn't feel secure among the wolves of Elysium. Sundance had known nothing but the willows in which he made his home; where had these girls come from, anyway?

She stepped up close, boldly entering his person space and despite being significantly smaller than him, she was immediately intimidating as her snout hovered just below his own. Sundance stared down at her bi-coloured features with wide powder eyes, before he turned his face away in quiet defeat.

Thankfully, Dorea did not turn on him the way her sister did, and the young Cherub was grateful for her silent support. She stood by his side, rooted to the spot, parting her jaws to address Dakota pointedly. "It's great here," he said rather weakly, tail-tip twitching anxiously at his pale hocks as he looked hopefully between the duo, "I promise. Maybe we could all be friends?"