The Tangle Meet me out by the fire escape

Relief flowed through both wolves, and she felt for the first time in a while that perhaps now they had a common goal. 

”I liked when we sung, you an’ I. 
We never even ‘ad to ask each ot’er why.” It was perhaps one of her fondest memories, meeting another wolf who was also a singer. ”’Tell me again, Chéri, how did you become so good wit a melody?”