Lost Creek Hollow just sit down, take it easy

The din in the den (which sounds like a Wolf equivalent to an Oktoberfest party) suddenly quieted, but not for long. The children were busy inspecting one another. Ibis didn't want to breach any protocol or anything, so she nestled down on her belly at the den mouth, her own little tail wriggling in the grass behind her as she resisted the urge to scoot closer.

Her humming continued, and finally one of the kids noticed — then joined in with a rising sour note that made her ears flip back for a split second; but she felt bad, and didn't want to be too judgey about their abilities (or lack thereof), so she forced herself to listen, and ended up laughing softly to herself. Her next series of hummed notes became a light croon, even she couldn't resist the urge to sing once they began to yowl.