Hushed Willows The songs you grow to like never stick at first

Abel had sought out the new mother's den that morning. Strange, considering the hour. Perhaps he could've waited a bit longer, but Abel had grew restless with a complete lack of sleep. He was up as soon as the sun turned the inky sky a shade of soft purple.

There was an unsuspected sight that greeted him as he neared the den. A runaway — not too far, but far enough to raise some eyebrows.

Abel was glanced around for any sign of a more capable adult. None in sight, at least for now. And so helplessly he called out to the pup. Hey, you're not supposed to be out here.

Maybe she'd turn tail then. Hopefully...