Willows

She was a quick learner, and as she eventually joined in, he let his voice meld with hers, matching as wolves were meant to do for eons. He took her through a last run through, watching with a half-smile until the end, letting the silence after slowly regain the gentle night songs of the insects and frogs.

“Well done, Lia. You learn quickly. You’ve a lovely voice.”

That genuine, warm nature of his shone through in his words and easy smile, tail tapping the ground as he let his forepaws cross. “I think you’d enjoy a Nomad’s music night.”

Perhaps the Nomads would hold one for Aurielle’s next festival. He hoped so. It gave a lovely sort of backdrop to the bustling crowds of her last one, though he’d spent most of the festival at home, keeping watch. Valhalla had been smaller at the time, and was still small now, but he felt that the next one, the pack would be large enough that everyone would get to go in turn, especially if it was another multi-day festival.

“Have you sung before now?”

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