It was bare and round and soft.
He might have darted forward the length of his body and buried his fangs in it easily.

But something held him back.

He knew that it was not an enemy.

He knew that the dark eyes shining at him so wonderfully were not filled with the desire to harm--and the voice that came to him softly was like a strange and thrilling music.
"Baree! Baree! Upi Baree!" Over and over again the Willow called to him like that, while on her face she tried to draw herself a few inches farther under the rock.

She could not reach him.