Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

he had not expected a noise to follow his departure and when he heard the strange song he paused in the snow with his lean muzzle canted back to view her. his tail flicked as he considered the reason for the noise -- save for snarls their interactions had been devoid of communication and other than the time she had lured him in the woods to turn upon him, she had never once expressed any sort of interest in his continued presence.

the male considered it might be a trick. he drew a thin tongue against his sharp muzzle and thoughtfully turned back to face her. her frayed frame was held in his gaze curiously, though once more he could not resist visually assessing the inviting curve of her haunch and the intimidating yet strangely arousing disfigurement of her muzzle.