The Sentinels barren summits

he'd lost the lyrics and instead given to melodiously mumbling the tune, head and tail swaying opposite each other in some strange rhythm comprehensible only to the singer.

he was oblivious to the effect his singing had on the wildlife, or the approach of a sizeable stranger.

it started him, the bark, and his head swiveled around, ears flapping, to face the speaker.

wolf, of course, of grander size, and lovely build, dressed in sandy stockings.

slavuj's full attention was immediately upon him.

"vhy, ai vaes unaeware yeau vere hunting." the bard grinned, tail wagging. "did mai songfulness scaere avay yeaur meal?" he gave an apologetic dip of the head. "if sou, ai vill tchreat choo to fish dinner."