Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Half-lidded and drowsy, the pup stopped his play and prepared to turn in for the night.

The flutter of wings overhead drew his attention to the sky. He searched for the culprit of the noise but came up emptyhanded. However, his gaze remained on the night sky, hypnotized by the dim shine of the moon. 

Something called to him. He gave in to the impulse and answered, bellowing out the only song his heart knew.

His voice was alone, yet surrounded by a choir.