Stone Circle I say hello!

His singing was what drew her, the sheepdog pausing in her search for food (it seemed to be what she spent much of her time doing these days) and trotting towards the border, where the singing grew in volume. She saw him then, perched atop a rocky outcrop as if it were a podium, song bursting from him. She contemplated, though she'd garnered that only desperate wolves ate other wolves (and by extent, dogs) and that this one seemed rather happy with himself. 

"hello?" Called the sheepdog, tail wagging behind her and bat-like ears pushed forward to catch the nonsense words, never before having heard a wolf sing. It was an activity that seemed beneath them, or so she'd thought, but she learned more and more about her wild brethren every day, it seemed.