Hushed Willows You need to let yourself be happy.

So fascinated by the movements of the butterfly as she flexed her lovely wings, Sundance didn't hear the approach of another. Only when a voice broke the silence with a chipper greeting did he tense, startled, and jerked his head to the side so he could fix his gaze to the soft features of a light-coloured cub.

"Oh," he said, relieved, and offered a few beats of his alabaster-tipped tail in return. "Hello." Sundance knew the other pups of Elysium, but not particularly well - he couldn't pair each face with a name, and thus he looked upon his newest companion with a shy little smile. "Come see," he invited, stepping aside to allow her space to better look upon his ivory butterfly if she wished to.