Hushed Willows Beautiful Sunrise Mother May I

Rodyn settled quietly nearby his furs and shells. It had been almost a month and already he had almost everything. All that was left, was the ermine furs and he still had almost a moon to gather them. Where his heels had been ready to glide and earn. Now his heart warned he slow down. For the russet boy was homesick for moonglow. For samani and Kukutux and Callyope. And so many more.

He titled downy head and watched as the sun began to rise. Bathing the area in its brilliance. Dancing through the trees along his fur and dipping through the shadows he wore.

It was beautiful here and he would enjoy it for now.