Bearclaw Valley Galant

He had so many songs to sing, and since the day was relatively warm, Ashlar was fishing.  He needed to be still as he watched the water beneath him, but he found that the fish ignored the quiet sounds from above.  So while he stared at the water and listened to the gentle babble of the creek, Ashlar hummed.

The tune was light and slow, gentle.  It plodded like the bear he'd met, lazy and warm in the sun.  But it would need to be impressive too... like when his friend would rear up, massive.  

He didn't look for words yet, just absently played with the tones as he waited for a familiar shimmer of scales in the dappled light.