Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

It is nice, she responded with a warm smile, and, thoughtful, inquired: do you ever add words to them? That was the way she recognized song, most. It would be interesting to hear a tale told, in such a pleasant tune, or even in any. Hydra had yet to meet a bard in her life, though that was in lieu of what she thought of then. Telling history through song; not all needed to be pleasant. But she could think of some that ought to be. Battles won, and beasts felled during the hunt... those sort of things came to mind, as she heard his songs—

Other, less aggressive wolves might think of other things that gave them joy. 

The Ostrega then shifted to the next topic. So, you mentioned you were a hunter—perhaps we can work together now to find quarry for our next pack hunt, if you were not busy doing anything else? She suggested, ears pricked forward while her head tilted slightly.