Whitebark Stream been dreaming of this since a child

The sounds of nature were always there, in the back of her mind. Always sitting there, but Kora never paid much attention to them. Alone the beautiful chorus sat there, unbeknownst of the next time they would actually be heard. Everybody always listened, but they always listened for certain things. Danger or saving, something life-threatening just around the corner. Did anyone really ever listen to the symphony of the world for peace or enjoyment? 

How could a person have a seduced enough mind to be able to listen calmly? Now, Kora knew the answer. A pack, a family was the secret. That little ingredient that few realize they have in their kitchen until the pie starts to crumble and they think about what to add. This life was her pie and she may have forgotten plenty of ingredients, but somehow, she still came out with an edible pie.

So, when Dawn's started to sing with the birds and Daylily's call began verse one, Kora joined. The vocals fusing together, then blending with the sound of nature. Their sweet harmonization flowing through the territory, bending around trees and curving over the stream. It almost sounded as if the wind joined too. There sitting, Kora listened, really listened to the sounds of nature and her new family, an unbreakable choir.