Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

Genie lowered herself down onto her haunches and watched Pipit, almost entranced. She didn't speak — she'd never really been a wolf of many words, and found it easier to listen to others and usually other wolves were content to listen to the sound of their own voice, so it worked out. Most of the time, Genie really didn't mind...unless they were beginning to sound like vain, arrogant bastards. That was another story entirely.

But, Pipit had a nice voice, so she was content to sit and listen, even if the lyrics of her song was bit ridiculous. Genie's lips quirked upwards, and she let out a laugh,her eyes turning into little crescents. "It's funny," she said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "And it's good for a beginner like me."

Genie cleared her throat and in that soft, lilting voice of hers, she sang the nursery rhyme, just like Pipit had moments ago. When she was done, she glanced over at her companion tentatively, awaiting judgement.