Hushed Willows You need to let yourself be happy.

@Minnow, perhaps?

Soft morning sunlight broke through the willow branches, and Sundance blinked his powder blue eyes open to greet the new dawn. He pulled himself up onto his elbows with a lazy groan and stretched a slender hind limb out behind him before he gathered to his paws. His gaze found the slumbering forms of his mothers and, reluctant to wake them, the silver cub crept quietly from their resting place.

An ivory butterfly lingered on the petals of a pastel flower, and Sundance slowed his pace to watch. He thought fondly of his uncle's tale of the peony and the bee and wondered where this particular insect might fit, what her purpose might be.