Hoshor Plains no escape

Music to my ears, the stranger says, and Lullaren gives a startled, yet delighted chortle of laughter, a shuddering noise that turns into a trill from their throat, the bard ducking their head for a moment, before raising it again, a smile on narrow features.

I must switch careers, it seems. Mayhap my screeching would be good enough! Their eyes followed the shape rising above the grasses, before it was gone, and a wolf pushed through the bush instead. Lullaren tipped their features to the side, observing, before the grin was back on their features, delighted at the commonality between the two.

It seems we share problems with our verticality. Maybe I should have bounced, might have made it easier to see the hole.