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

Oh no. She wasn't getting the hint. And again, why would she?

She clung to his paw. There was some weight to her grasp,  he swore it, though it wasn't very effective. Abel could limp his way towards the den, returning the girl to her mother's care. In the moment he was seriously considering it. But what if she decided to let go? He couldn't fix a broken skull.

So he'd give in, falling to the power of the mighty baby. Oh no! You got me, he cried as he fell beside her. Not his most enthusatic performance, but it was his debut. Give it time and maybe he'd be better at this.