Tuktu Weir nothing like a big bad bridge

Sing with him? Oh no.

He sang as every wolf sang in their own presence or humming to themselves every now and again under their breath, but the way Ravinger formed lyrics and held a steady melody? He couldn't even imagine, a coldness creeping through him at the thought of singing in front of anyone but himself. He was beginning to feel like a kid who'd just been told he had to give a presentation to the class.

Ah- He began, his companion talking so fast and enthusiastically that his brain was desperately trying to catch up. Luckily Rav didn't seem too put off by his hesitance. I don't think I'm a very good singer? Definitely not as good as you, of course- eh heh... M-maybe you could teach me something.

Cue me rolling at disadvantage to see if Henryk has hidden singing ability or destroys himself in awkwardness