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With no answer, he shifted his head to gaze upon the pale silhouette with a captivating mask and enchanting emerald gems. For a moment he considered questioning how well she was fitting into the group, but the inquiry seemed so routine and dull. ”Do you like to sing?” He broke the silence once more, watching the jade reflection of the waters in her eyes. ”I absolutely love it.” She didn’t seem like one to take joy in the endeavors of singing, a more reserved girl than himself. Hopefully, she could find pleasure in listening to it though. 

Lately everything seemed to be going so well, but a glum air followed the wolf, and he had no reason as to why. It was nothing close to depression, Lennon was happier now then he’d been in months. Instead, it was only a lingering white cloud blocking out just a few rays of sun.