Northstar Vale good morning, look at the sun

He waited – not eager for the idea of being sung to like he was being serenaded to be over – and yet once the tawny wolf’s voice lilted through the air, gentle and perfect, he found himself relaxing. It was a short song – but one dedicated to the very lands he missed the moment his pale paws had stepped from them. “You’ve quite the talent,” he offered then – offering praise for anything other than skills of prowess and strength was a rare feat for the stoical man. “Eshe will love it – you’ll have to sing it to her when we’re home once more.”
 
He paused then, feeling the gentle pang of missing his mate. With the shift of his form, he withheld a yawn, feeling the fatigue in his muscles from their travel already. “Which we should try to do as soon as possible. I do not trust leaving Neverwinter with fewer wolves to protect its borders. I don’t trust our neighbors.”