Deepwood Weald in this cocoon of velvet darkness

Nyumba yetu nzuri, hakuna matata. Mahali ya maajabu, hakuna matata. Mahali yenye amani, hakuna matata. he continued to sing, up until another wolf entered his view. He wasn't all that surprised that his singing attracted attention, just surprised about the attention he had gotten.

He'd never seen a wolf with such a pattern before. There was blue in his gray, with snow dusting his back. He wondered how much of him was fur and how much was his actual form. He stares at the wolf, the moment lasting briefly before he chuffs back. A sheepish smile crossed his face. You heard me singing, eh?