Hushed Willows Toymaker

A whisper caught in his ears and his eyes focused sharply as he returned to reality. He jolted, halfway lifting himself off the ground. Squirrel tail flung a few feet away. He quickly located the voice's owner and released his breath.

One of the Moonglow women. Small and round and equipped with a mousy voice to match her demeanor.

The tension dissolved from his shoulders. He loosened the rest from his body in a long stretch. Picking himself off the ground and rising to address his new company. He lifted a brow to their guest.

Well, hello there! Did one of you ladies need help with something? He finally registered her question. It wasn't just to send him jumping out of his fur. Ah, well—.

His gaze went searching now. Cast to the ground to recover his project materials. A low hum in his throat as he picked his way over to the tail. Reclaiming it, he muttered past the bushy fur. I was working on a gift.