Hushed Willows I'm arriving, and it feels like I am home.

Eleuthera beckoned to him softly, an encouragement to her tone that he follow. Sundance, with his tufted heather ears tall atop his ashen crown, hesitated only briefly. Pastel eyes looked beyond the lilac fae who claimed to be his sister, into the dense willow forest that waited for him, called to him; he was anxious. He wasn't sure he was prepared to face the secrets within.

He swallowed, blinked back the threat of tears, and looked briefly between the she-wolves before a watery smile bloomed on his pale face. Sundance followed quietly as his heart thrummed wildly in his chest.