Sunbeam Lair she pours a daydream in a cup

Fate had it that Lennon, too, was reminiscing of the lost. Silently he laid amongst the dampened floor of the lair, having just another restless night that seemed to be reoccurring. She danced (oh, did she love to dance) about his mind almost constantly now, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. Perhaps all the fresh, new things coming in his life; specifically new love. The dark wolf knew he would love again, but not like her - he’d never held that same love at first sight feeling when gazing into a strangers eyes. He was distracted from these thoughts with the movements of another, Alarian’s sister that recently joined the group. He hesitated, contemplating the likely hood she’d care to chat at such an hour. She did leave the shelter, after all - that seemed to be a request for solitude. 

His ache to get to know the young girl overcame his reluctance, and began to quietly pad after her. Stopping a few feet away from the femme, he admired the showering moonlight draped over her fur; a picturesque sight. Still, though, he began to consider turning around until an unmistakable sound bathed his ears. She was singing. His memory flashed to when Alarian spoke of his family being quite the singers, his grandparents especially. 

”That was spellbinding,” He complemented, still standing behind the girl with awe of her trance-inducing voice.

”Just brilliant.”