Hushed Willows oh, where are you now, pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?

Sundance was not the first of Elysium's children to be lured home by silent sirensong, and was unlikely to be the last.

He did not consider the arrival of yet another ghost of his past when an unfamiliar howl sounded from the willows' borders. Having been meandering along the territory outskirts in a lazy patrol, the silver yearling quickened his stride to attend. Powder blue gaze caught sight of a raven figure first, and he was not surprised to spot Eleuthera as he ducked beneath sweeping branches. Sundance, glad to see her, was sure to offer his sister a thin smile in quiet greeting should she choose to look upon his face. Having missed out on most of whatever conversation the pair had shared prior to his appearance on the scene, Sundance paused near to Eleuthera's flank simply as support.

He pricked an ear curiously at the final comment made by the obsidian youth - she's buried in the roses - and shifted his gentle, searching eyes to Cam's obsidian features. There had been other litters born to Elysium alongside he and his brothers, and they'd played together at the rendezvous often in more peaceful times. There had been only one with such dark furs though, that he could recall. One whose mother had perished alongside his own.

"Cam?"