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her joy was contagious, in a sense. she was eager to lead him down the coast, and he was more than happy to follow after her. the large brute swayed as he cantered along. the further they trekked, the more at ease he became.

it didn't take long before the cajun had started to hum. his gruff baritone sounded as sweet as honey against the backdrop of the ocean. after a short while, buckshot moved from humming to singing. with a wide smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes, the swamp hound parted his lips and began to serenade the young lady with a song he'd learned when he was no more than a pup.

“oh mon âme, oh mon âme,” he crooned. “je vas chanter pour réveiller mon âme.”