Hushed Willows i will hang the moon and sun

"Me?" Sundance asked, blinking down at the pebble she'd placed on the ground before him. He stared at it for a time, admiring its smooth surface and delicate hues, and smiled softly. No one his own age had ever given him anything, and to know that Dorea thought of him when she found this particular stone was enough to warm his heart.

Powder eyes sought her own bright blues, and his expression brightened. "Thanks," he announced with a happy wave of his tail.