Moonspear Seasons in the sun

acrux had been outside the den kicking around a pinecone when the sound of a song filled his ears. did he know all of the words that had been sent out into the air? no. did that matter? no again. it was not so much the lyrics of the song that the boy heard as much as it was the tone in which it was sung. it sounded sorrowful, as if someone needed a hug. 

and he just so happened to be a fantastic hugger. 

he lifted his little spout towards the sky and let out a song of his own creation. his was of a lighter tone than that of the first, filled with a pureness found only in the heart of a child. he called for whoever the vocalist was, inviting them for some good ole youthful comfort.