Maybe it's a dream

He wasn’t left waiting long, before the tawny coat of their budding leader appeared before him. He gave her a smile, and gestured with a paw for her to sit. “I know your under a lot of pressure at the moment” he explained “So I thought I’d give you a chance to unwind” he pulled himself back up from his lounging position so he could set some food in front of her. The next part he hoped she would take in the way he meant it. With the love and consideration in his heart. But there was every chance that she, determined not to be held down by the losses of their past, might see it as an insult.

He gently unravelled the glass windchime. And held it out before her. “My people believe that things such as these, built by our own paws, speak with the voices of those we have loved and lost. This one I made for you, Wren Baines. With the hope that it will bring you comfort”

"Speech"