Record Lows

Aryn's ears perked, her suspicion slowly fading away and in it's place curiosity returning. It was as far from murder or kidnapping that Aryn could imagine, and her eyes threatened to fill with tears once more. Nobody'd ever offered something so sweet before. "You'd sing for me?" She asked softly, laying her head down upon her paws to look up at the beautiful stranger from beneath her lashes. It sounded like a much better time then fighting, Aryn didn't think she could ever take another wolf up on offer for battle - especially not on the side of a volcano. "That sounds lovely." Maybe this crappy day would turn around after all.