Hushed Willows Of cloudless climes and starry skies

Fionn was wandering the willows, head low to the ground when a soft squeak caught his attention. Sober today and feeling dutiful, he made his way towards the sound- it was his job to protect the ladies after all. A squeak was lot such a threatening thing, but he had to be sure that no danger lurked around the corner. His paws made a soft shuffling in the high grasses as he approached, nose sniffing curiously in the air. Wildflower- and wolfscent.

Almost familiar, he decided, and soon he understood why- there lay his own sister among the flora of the willows, looking as satisfied as Fionn might after a good batch of poppy seeds. Eddy? Um... what're you doing here? Fionn inquired dumbly, head tilted to one side like a monkey deep in thought.