such a haunting melody

He would open an eye, cracking it open as Dione marked her presence by her voice and he turned to regard her. Something about him… She would grin wolfishly at him, head lowering as if everything they were to do was secretive, something to be shared between just the two of them. Slowly she would slip forward and he would speak a language she did not understand but she paid it no mind. She understood. She was quiet, massive ears folding to her skull as she tipped her head so bangs would drift over red eyes. He would motion for her to follow and she would do so without complaint, long limbs bringing her closer as he moved to the trees and looked up. She would follow and allow her gaze to travel up to the limbs as well and there she would wait. ”What are we looking at…?” Her voice was soft, a whisper, meant only for him as she continued to stare up at the canopy of trees high above her.