Sing to the stars, they always listen though they never hear

Bazi was similarly unprepared for the night, having spent the majority of the afternoon tracking down something to eat. Hunting was a much harder thing to do alone, and it wasn't until dusk fell that she finally caught an adult rabbit by surprise, snatched it by the hind leg and quickly, mercifully snapped its neck. The sense of loneliness still spooked her. Hunting - and eating - was a communal activity, filled with drama, growls, and scraps among wolves of middling rank. It was supposed to be a messy spectacle that although seemed violent, formed an important part of the pack bonding experience. Here, she had yet to learn another packmate's name, let alone share a meal. Bazi picked her catch up by the scruff of its broken neck, and tuned her ears to the sound of the river - there was a large rock waiting for her at the water's edge. At this rate, he would need a name.

The snow-white newcomer had barely travelled ten meters when a haunting melody rose suddenly into the air, passing through her like a sudden jolt of electricity. Only hunger surpassed her desperation for company, otherwise the skinny rabbit would have gone flying. Without thinking twice about what she might meet at the other end, she began to race towards the music.

The wolf she found was a large male with an unusually well groomed coat - Bazi could see the sheen of it in the light of the stars, and smiled at the memory of Lecter, whose sense of hygiene was the antithesis of this. Overjoyed at the sight of another creature, the little female dropped her quarry and sat down some few feet away, and joined her voice to Ferdie's despite not knowing the tune.