Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

The young wolf's eyelashes fluttered rapidly at his company's volatile changes in tone and expression. Though he was grateful she didn't seem mad, the boy couldn't help but feel a sad tug in his chest. The girl seemed something akin to upset that Dante had heard, and though he knew she hadn't intended for him to have listened, it still hurt a bit that she seemed to be bothered by his knowledge of her song. 

Dante knew at heart that it was a him thing, the disappointment he felt. He knew couldn't expect others to entrust him with every secret or quirk they possessed so soon into their relationships, but it still pricked at him to see exactly what the extent of each bond was, sometimes. 

No, I mean, not much. Just...just heard a bit of a melody, some lyrics here and there. Y'know, is such with songs and 'at he attempted a weak chuckle, wincing slightly as it fell flat. Dante started down at his paws for a moment, settling into a sitting position opposite the girl- a few pawsteps between the two. We sing where I'm from... he murmured softly, just loud enough to reach Lumiya's ears. It wasn't so much an attempt at conversation as it was Dante's own verbal processing. He'd have been lying if he said the song didn't make him think a bit of his old home. It was completely different in its tone, much more delicate and mystical than the bright, forward harmonies they sang by the sea, but the longing that bloomed from within the words felt familiar, putting him back in time.