Hushed Willows álfardómstólinn

"What's this?" Sundance questioned as he approached from behind the strangers, having returned to his home from an unsuccessful hunt. Powder blue eyes swept over each if their hindquarters - golden and cinnamon - as his pace eased to a halt, "neighbours?"

He glanced beyond the unknown pair to steal a glance at his two-toned comrade, who seemed visibly unsettled by their presence on the court's borders. A muscle tightened in the silverwhite's jaw; with their numbers dwindling, he could understand her anxiety. His thoughts shifted to his encounter with the beasts of the hinterlands, and worry rose sharply within him that this duo might belong to that group - sent to invade the willows and displace the peace they sought.