Willows

He was well aware of the distant sounds, one ear swiveling as he listened. When she returned he glanced up, smiling with a soft tap of his tail as he scraped, then as the hide began scooting under the scraper, he hummed with a slight thoughtfulness among the tune as he rose to his paws and then on to his back feet and paraded around, eyes shifting for the sturdier willow limbs, plucking several down and beginning the process of poking holes with his bear clawed bracer and pegging the hide.

He occasionally flicked a glance at her from the corner of his eye, noting that she’d doused her head at some point, and had settled down where she’d been dozing previously. There was a slow softening of her features as time went by, so he kept up the low crooning of different songs, sometimes with the words and sometimes without.

He eventually got the hid stretched out, the sharpened willow stakes keeping the hide pinned in place as he bent back to scraping in an easy rhythm to the tune he was vocalizing in a low voice. It was one he'd heard Aurielle singing a lot lately. No words, but a melody he found bolstering.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think