(The little swan was hiding behind its mother)

Your mother, Snow, tried to nose you forwards with her beak. “Come on, little one.”

But you just stayed behind her, wrapped around her wing, barely looking up and keeping your beak in Your mom's feathers.

The black swan, Sharp, which was supposed to be future mate of little White swan, tried to come near Little white swan, his mother, Rose, was looking at her son from behind