Lost Creek Hollow down here all the fish is happy

Bella would have blushed, but she was a wolf. Wolves don't blush, so instead the pretty girl smiled shyly and took back her seat only this time closer to Luke. Just as him, Arabella often had trouble with being startled by others as her attention was usually focused on the colors of the wind rather than her surroundings.

The pale male asked whether Bella, too, had a liking for songs. For a moment, her shy smile became pure excitement, but then nostalgia took over and her eyes shifted down to look at her paws.

"I do," she replied, "But I haven't in quite a while." She forced her head up and smiled again, this time it was a faint smile, but it would do to conceal the fact that she missed her father, who had taught her all the beautiful songs she knew.

"I had never heard yours, however. Did you compose it yourself?"