Willows

He was on the edge of considering a nap between rack turning shifts when her paw touched his and he opened his eyes, ears perked. He smiled, though, nodding in thought as he dug through what he knew, preferably one in the common tongue.

“Here’s an old ballad in common tongue that should be easy to learn… it’s not fast. It might be a bit sad, though. They do like those sad ones.”

He cleared his throat softly, finding the tune with a few hums of different notes before actually beginning the song. It was one that had helped him heal and move forward in his own hurts. Generally, it was best for a female voice, and one time when he’d gone with Aurielle for a chat with the local Western Boreas chapter of Nomads, they’d had a night of singing with this one that actually used instruments, which had been fascinating to watch. Wolves and primates coming together to play musical instruments. The wind and night songs would have to do here.

He ran through it slowly, letting her hear thelyrics as he went, then again at the normal pace unless she wanted a few more run-throughs of the lyric version.

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