i'll save you an echo from the hall

They had been here, to this place when they had called to the world, telling them the news of his pack, of his dream. Donostrea, it rolled off the tongue, didn't it? Our Home. Nothing could have fit better! He had almost everything in the world he could ever need, a pack land to call their own, a structure for his beloved family..it was all perfect. And yet, things were oddly missing. There was so much to do, he had to find healing trainers, and set up fighting training and hunts and...he was almost tired from his list of things to do, and yet Volty's boundless energy wouldn't have him resting for very long. But that didn't quite attribute to why he was here, exactly. Perhaps he was a little sentimental, or perhaps he just liked the looks of the shrine.

He approached with a slow gate, humming a melody to himself as he ventured away from their new packlands and into what had been one. He recognized the scent of pack, though it was quite old and quite stale. He hated to think that such things could die so easily, that something that could have been so great, just perished. He hated the thought, and it almost hurt him to think such a thing could happen to his family. He sighed softly to himself and shook his head as he moved through the dappled light of the shrine, continuing his little melody. It was a song he had known since he were a child, something his mother had once sang to him. It was a lullaby, a light tone of flitting notes, and it calmed his boundless energy when he didn't want to be racing, didn't want to be running. There were times even Light Butt wanted to be calm.

As he stepped through the shrine, towards the pool of water, the first thing he saw was the stark red of the cardinal upon the rim of the pool. He blinked over stormy eyes before he lifted his gaze. His lullaby ceased, his ears pulled forward as he stared up at her. She was a beautiful girl, her deep greys blending in with the shadows of the trees, and yet he could make out ever detail. He stopped his steps, staring at her and the bird and wondering why someone like her was alone in such a place. Yet he remained silent, staring and swallowing his odd nervousness.  "Oh...hello." He finally said, offering a charming smile as he dipped his head, unaware that she couldn't see. His tone was gentle, and he stood without dominance or threat.

"Burn Baby Burn"