Misha flicked around through her thoughts, remembering that when she came running into the hills; that she had heard the male's singing, and it had taken her mind off of Day for a small time being. Misha mentally kicked herself. Of course she wasn't going to tell a completely strange and random wolf about why she had escaped to here. Being a singer herself, Misha decided to cover up the truth with a little white lie. "Well, I was just strolling around, and I'm a singer as well; and when I heard your voice, it calmed me to know there is another singer here. You're the only wolf I know that sings, and well at that," Misha said with a small smile, looking up at the male.
Singing was one of her most favorite pastimes, for it always helped her think clearly, feel refreshed, give her some peace, and most of all give her at least a bit of self confidence, because when the fae sang; she sang alone- where no one could judge her.
