Phantom Hollow Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue

"I wouldn't know actually," he said, though his tone lacked the distinctive air of solemnity that usually came with such a phrase. "The only wolf I ever heard sing was my mama, an' she only did it to wrangle me and my siblin's up for bed." He smiled fondly at the memory, or perhaps he was just smiling at Luke. "I can tell now though -- if you been a-singin' like that all your life, I can see now how it did your soul. Plenty good, if I don't say so m'self." It had been a while since Boone had felt so at ease with another wolf. Even though he had enjoyed Scarlett's company, it wasn't like this.

"Where you come from, Luke? Do all the wolves there sing like you?" he asked conversationally.