Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Fallen Sun didn't know much. But he knew a howl when he heard one, had learned to ignore them for the most part unless the tone was shifting into one of him or of importance to his location, and that was a howl. Not an... ordinary howl, and it was followed by additional howls. Something on the winds brushed against his soul, and he titled his head and let loose his own song into it. Long, fresh, clean.