Hushed Willows By streams that never find the sea;

really, okeanos should just leave the other puppies alone. brilliance and mali have made their feelings on him clear enough. when he was younger it hurt him so -- he's never done anything to them! -- but he's not stupid. they've clearly had it harder than him and his siblings, so he thinks its probably okay that they're a little mean sometimes, even if it's unwarranted. for not even bein' half a year old yet he thinks he's pretty darn grown up about all this stuff, and maybe that's exactly the sort of force mali needs in his life!

it is with this (naive) enthusiasm that he spots aforementioned boy, just a sliver of dappled silver fur against a gnarly willow root. as he watches brilliance too makes her appearance. okeanos, who has yet to lose the baby chub rounding his figure, draws himself up importantly and makes his way toward them, waiting 'til he's nearly on top of the root to bark a greeting. "whatcha doin'?" he asks innocently, his green eyes round and oblivious.