Duck Lake every time she shines

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To the question posed by her fellow dark-furred female, Amekaze's eyes narrowed somewhat. The true answer was perhaps indicative of momentary weakness, she believed, for despite knowing that the ears meant to hear this song were long gone from this world, she sang with her heart nonetheless. An uncharacteristically expressive notion for her, sure.

However she did not feel inclined to answer in whole truth. Tch, why not? she huffed and switched her tail idly. Just to hear my voice, perhaps.. she answered in deadpan with a squint that suggested this was all the more she would answer. It had been a song for her sister but this stranger did not need to know.

In an effort to steer the focus away from herself, she intended to turn the inquiries back onto her. You. You smell of the voodoo wolves, yes? Her muzzle scrunched even before she spoke it. Bon Dye? The words were still foreign on her tongue and just as awkwardly handled as they had been with Pied. Amekaze was curious of them and this was now her second wolf of their ranks to encounter.