Stavanger Bay Dancing In The Moonlight!

it was a song that compelled sandpiper to rise from the den and seek out the source. she believed herself to be nonpareil when it came to singing -- at the very least, she was better at singing than fighting. the song was unfamiliar to her, but it intrigued her enough that as she drew closer to the bard she stifled her normally offensive posturing for one of muted interest. engel was not a familiar face to her, but his scent she knew -- it was the only thing that stayed her from outright attacking him (not that she had a history of victories). her muzzle was too sore (the cuts still laid fresh across her face) for her to do much, so tenderly she worked her lips in a way that did not aggravate the wounds. "what is that?" she asked carefully, carrying her muzzle higher than engel's to announce her superior station.