Ravensblood Forest Can I bring another bitch or nah?

Someone joined in.

Ashlar thought it was the wind at first, or a coastal bird. A few notes later he realized that they were matching his pitch and singing with, and suddenly the frustration and anger that had been knotted in his center loosened and fell away. He nearly felt like crying.

It was such a small thing, but this was what made life worthwhile. Not war and revenge. Pure moments with strangers he couldn’t even see, singing simply because they felt music the same way he did.

Ashlar stood without pausing in the song and began to make his way to meet the stranger, waiting until he saw him to let the notes fall into silence.

And after he wasn’t sure what he should do. Introduce himself? It seemed strange, with the ghost of the song still hanging around them. His tail stilled behind him shyly but he did look at the other man as he spoke, golden gaze grateful. Your voice…. it’s wonderful.