and it all starts here

He returned the gesture, his tongue lolling easy from between his muzzle and his grin. He didn’t however say anything. He didn’t want to disturb her chirping. She had an uncanny ability to mimic the cry of the birds, and he could almost imagine a blackbird sat beside him, except for the fact that it simply sounded like it came from a bigger creature.

When he quietly joined with her, his own tune not nearly as well finished as her own, she would crack open an eye. He met her gaze, holding the tune, and listening to the answering song of the birds around them.

He startled a little when she nudged him, he had gotten lost in his concentration. When Mort put his mind to doing a thing, he hated to do it badly. When she began a counterpoint harmony, he struggled to keep the original tune. He closed his eyes, shocked by how cool it sounded, the way their voices mixed togethr.