Bard knew it was, at best, a half-truth. Strolling folk did not charge unseeing into people with tears in their eyes. But Bard wouldn't push. It wasn't his place nor was it in his nature to call her out on wanting to keep such a personal thing personal. He smiled gently down at the slender girl. "All wolves sing; some just don't want tae give up the music when the howl ends." His eyes twinkled at her, and he winked, and raising his nose to the sky howled quietly, a softly musical note that wove through the barren land around them. The sound faded away as he lowered his muzzle again. "It's glad I am tae hear ye love the music as well," he added. "'Tis a beautiful thing tae have. With the music, ye are ne'er truly alone, are ye?"
