Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

He heard her before he saw her, the chiming notes of a song ringing quietly in his ears over the soft whisper of the willow branches. It was almost subconcious as Dante followed the sound where it rung, a tingle running along his neck and his ears strained up as far forward as they could possibly be to catch every decibel of the melody. The boy moved forward easily, sidestepping any obstacles that might obscure his path to the source of her voice. Though he'd never heard her sing before, the sylph's voice was unmistakeable, airy and haunting, odd and yet stunning. 

The wolf found his destination within the curtains of a willow, obscuring his view of the singer, and he couldn't bring himself to intrude immediately. He puffed a soft breath out and leaned his head back on his neck, listening intently while closing his eyes. He tried to keep as quite as one so clumsy could, afeared of disturbing the girl and stopping her song when he'd only just begun to listen.