Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

Slavik had sometimes put words to his tunes, but they were usually just the words that were happening in his head when he was doing it. Certainly not worthy of sharing, nothing bold or ballad like. Her idea was a nice thought though, perhaps he could try that one day. I’ve never put a story to my songs, just a few words here and there. But if you ever have a tale in mind I’ll try and make a song out of it just for you. Just let me know, he said, his tail sweeping the air contently.

The topic was changed, and the song the birds had given him was quickly lost into the pool of other tunes in the back of his mind. Just a jumble of notes and a steady beat. Hydra’s suggestion was met with an easygoing smile and a nod, Sure, I’m not busy, he said, then shifted his direction to allow her to take the lead for she likely knew of more good hunting areas than he did. He stretched out his body, preparing his limbs and getting warm. He was excited for this, to show his skills as both a tracker and a hunter, and hopefully win some points from Hydra.