Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

This is the song he's humming.

Finbar's first relations mission had been pretty decent, and he felt he'd done well with his meeting with Towhee. He ventured beyond the borders despite the howling winds, ignoring the fact that they might be warning of a storm coming. It was morning, and he felt it would be a good idea to explore just beyond their borders- so he knew what the terrain would look like, should he ever have to know where a visitor was coming from. He made his way East, choosing to go in the opposite direction from the plateau, and found that a river bordered their territory all along its Eastern side- and just across the river, the slope grew up into a mountain range. It would likely mean that they were fairly well protected, as it would certainly tire a wolf out to come down from the mountain and then cross the river. 

Presently, though, it was frozen solid and covered with a thin layer of snow. The wind seared down along its surface, sending little veils of snowflakes flying and whirling into the drifts along the banks of the river which had really become quite deep. The river itself was perfectly flat, and as it was unprotected, the wind had brushed most of the snow from the surface until only an inch or two remained. He was careful as he made his way out onto the river's frozen surface, humming softly to himself as he crossed, jade eyes gazing along the distant shore. He occasionally brought a few words into his song, which had a simple, pleasant melody- but he was a fledgeling lyricist, so he was completely content to simply utter lines here and there, concentrating more on the movement of the melody. 

"Get your things...We're leaving...When the morning birds are singing," It was a fairly repetitive melodic pattern, and he hummed it a few times, before he found a few more words to put on the melody. "But I'm not taking it anymore. 'Cause the only thing I've ever learnt...Is when trusting a stranger- your trust will be returned." The melody seemed to conclude there, like the end of a musical phrase, and he was satisfied with that. The two lines didn't exactly go together- so he felt he might save the latter for later on in the song. He continued to rove up the river, stopping only when he heard a low, rumbling sound, like distant thunder, coming from the mountain. He turned his jade gaze up, but saw nothing. He waited, silent, half expecting to hear the same low, rumbling sound again.