Silvertip Mountain Tell Me What The Rain Knows

Chaska loved the bird's song. Soon his left forepaw was tapping in tune as well. His tail continued to move in tune with the mother nature's tune. But soon, the bird finished and flew away. He opened his eyes as he heard it begin to fly away, his gaze tracing it as it flew away. 

Once it was out of sight, he sighed. Of course it had to end. But that was the beauty in it. That it did not last forever, and he knew that. With the bird's tune finished, he stood up and started to walk away, only to see the other wolf standing there. Had they heard him humming to a bird? He stood there, staring.