can't stop the music

Misha would flick her ears forward, listening intently as the male shed a howl through the silent air. "You were a little sharp at the end," she said in a joking tone, blue grey pools setting onto the male. Misha wouldn't dare sing aloud in front of anyone; even if she so desired to. The red brown, white, and grey pelted fae yawned, looking around the hills. A light breeze was felt through the air and ruffled the females fur as she turned her gaze to the male known as Bard in a small smile. Her left ear would flick a bit, listening to the calming breeze as well as it flew through the barren hills. She would remember back to Day, and how she had left him ever so effortlessly. She hated herself for leaving him, and hated her all-of-a-sudden panic attacks that were so random but somewhat helpful to her.