All About the Acoustics

She spoke lightly and in good humor. Ah, it was a nice change of pace to meet someone so friendly... Not that he had met too many who were terribly unkind, but he'd had times of isolation. Lately he'd been a bit lonely, though the exploring bit was fun.

Faria's answer confirmed what Mikhail had suspected: she was a natural singer (most wolves were anyway... just not as fascinated by its capabilities as Mikhail). She mentioned companions though. A pack? Siblings? Both? Ears perked curiously - a small movement difficult to see in the dark. She would ask another question then, prompting a short "Ha!" from the man - it echoed amusingly.

"Live here?" What a thought! How preposterous a notion! ...well, maybe that was a little strong. No, it wasn't preposterous. But why would he live in a cave? Even if the sounds it could make and amplify were so very, very interesting... Still, when he spoke it was still in good humor: "Ach. Nein. I don't live here. I am a vagabond and stranger here just as you are." He figured she wouldn't have asked if she lived here. Besides, the place smelled relatively deserted... Rising to his paws, the milky white wolf padded a little closer to Faria (she was blocking the way out...), "Come, shall we continue speaking in the daylight?"