Northstar Vale gregorian chants to calm me

It was the following afternoon, the sun high in the sky and dancing over the mountains. Within the Vale, the snow glistened over the fields, the dotting of small lakes and ponds all nearly frozen over, the trees bare and broken. Beautiful and yet, deadly still. 

Aiolos roused. As many nights he was up, the Moon Mother to guide him on his ventures. But the sun beckons him, burns his fiery coat aflame and he lifts from the rocks he laid upon. With a stretch, he bounds, making his way on throughout the territory... and he spots her. It is the dusty woman from the night before. It is Nereides. He could have rushed off and away, but there would be no avoiding her for long and, why should he? This is what he wanted, wasn't it? 

He makes a woofing noise to alert her, allow her to know she was not alone and as practiced, as he had done many times before, Aiolos crown fell low between his pillars of front legs. His ears fall back, eyes averted and tall down. Greetings to you, siren...