The Sentinels metanoia

she requested his voice again, and he responded with a silent nod.

he was not unfamiliar singing for an audience, and felt an honored thrum play on the strings of his heart that she thought his voice pleasant.

lips parted to breathe in the swirling air, and his eyelids fluttered shut to feel the earth shift beneath his paws.

voice came in a melody, the crackle of bark and chirps of songbirds joined him in harmony. he sung for peace, for fresh breath, for still waters.

he sung for her, but his voice reached out for unseen listeners as well. for the spirits that rest among the tarnished woodland, and for the souls that would come to rest here too.