Hushed Willows somebody's got to tell the tale

I'm good to continue.  :)

He did not reach out to touch the bee, instead settled himself each time it stopped to investigate a flower so he could quietly observe its work. Sundance loved nature; even at his tender age, he yearned to preserve it just so he could see it all grow as he did. The world beyond his family's den was indeed a wonderful place, as Olive had taught him from the moment he could venture outside on his own.

His uncle was swift to draw the boy's attention toward him again, however, with the suggestion of an new story. Sundance's ears pricked atop his head, which turned to look upon Cortez' smiling features, before he scrambled toward him enthusiastically to take position of eager listener directly at his paws.