The Sentinels lavender's blue, dilly dilly

Dante heard him before he saw him, a curious tune that cocked the Beta's head curiously.  Stories the large wolf had heard all through his childhood in plenty, but music was another matter.  Aside from the music of the call, he had very little exposure, and he found the practice odd.

Already unsure of this wolf he now guessed to be a bit eccentric, he approached warily but not aggressively.  Odd didn't mean dangerous, and the cheerful tone told otherwise initially. "Looking for something?" He asked, watching carefully as he did so.