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Goldhawk was feeling particularly abstract, because that was the place from which ballads sprung. For this reason he didn't think this stranger — strong and shadowy though he was — much of a threat, simply because he wasn't making any threatening moves. On the contrary, the black wolf obliged when he asked the question, and threw back his head and howled.

The Beta looked at him curiously. Ah of course a howl was a song, but the bard didn't think of it quite in the same way. A song of that kind, hm? I see, I see... and his voice took on a melodious quality.

A song to break the afternoon,
standing there a lone wolf bare,
a voice to echo through the sky —
I wonder just what fuels that cry... ♫

It was the lightest song, the beginning of one, sung in a very pleasant voice that was neither jolly nor sombre, but pensive, as if the song was an exploration or a conversation.

And with that, the bard found his muse.