Dragoncrest Cliffs Corona

he feels himself be moved from his warm safety net, which, at first, he does not like; until he is met with the soft cushion of his tante's pelt. though he cannot yet hear, he feels the vibration of the hymn — instinctively drawn toward it, with a tiny squall leaping from his throat, he snuggles closer, wriggling with unsteady movements.
despite the fact that his warbling is rather tone deaf compared to chacal's, he tries to sing along anyway.