Fill these halls with music

Mercury knew that with all he lost, to dwell on it would be to let himself be buried in the past. But he couldn’t help the memories, or the reverence as he looked at the instrument Artorias had rescued. His homeland had loved music, and they had had a beaten up old piano that had been tended to with love and care in their pack’s main room.

A few of Arts kids appeared, and were as equally as excited about the piano, he stepped a little to the side so everyone could explore it, and was caught off guard by Arts words. “It’s been so long, I’m not sure I would do it justice…” He said dubiously, but in the end temptation won out. He moved into the space Art vacated for him, and rested his paws gently on the keys. He played a couple experimentally, checking the tuning. But Art and the birds had done a good job there. He let his paws glide over, starting slow, and bringing an old song of his homeland to life. Right there in the world of his new life.

"Mercury"