Duck Lake now that you can't have me, you suddenly want me

the wolf spoke in a way that reminded aria of singing-- it was soft and sweet and airy, but of course no one sang to speak. she couldn't help but giggle, her ears splaying briefly. "i suppose that's all that matters..." she murmured to the toffee woman, her tail swaying gently, "do you have a name?" 

and then, with a slight tip of her crown, the pale sylph added, "i am aria."