Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

Red Foot paws fell into the grooves of green grass. Though he was careful to tip over the rocks that peppered the landscape. Yellow eyes on the distant horizon, he hummed the bird songs under his breath. It had been some time since he had sang, but he did enjoy the sound, the cadence and rhythm of music on his tongue and throat. His little brother enjoyed noise from things, rivers, grasses, the swish of feet. Sandulf himself enjoyed music for music's sake. The voices uplifted in praise or happiness or even sadness.

His throaty hum, probably scared away the birds, though he saw a few killdeer's bobbing up and down and rushing through the tall grasses. Soon enough all the birds would be leaving, the area would be cold and barren until spring was upon them again. It was what it was. Sandulf finally found a spot to simply rest and he stood in contemplative silence, looking out over the land.