The man seemed really timid now, almost watchful, but he could see the spark of curiousity come back to his eyes, what a strange wolf, what made him so … unsure about his surroundings that made him act this way? He was keeping his smile on his face, the man was still welcome he had not done anything wrong, in fact Shawchert was wondering what he had done wrong to give this man a fright, he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable no matter how close to his own borders he was.
Yes I can show you. It’s not hard… well at least once you learn how to play it, it isn't hard.
He said and put the flute to his lips playing a soft calming song, nothing too slow though, but definitely nothing too fast, just something that if a group of wolves were here, they would be able to talk and enjoy the music at the same time. To Shaw it was a lovely tune but he didn’t know what the other man thought of it. He took his time finishing the tune and when he was finished he took it from his mouth.
That’s how you play.
He said smiling. He put the rope that held his flute back around his neck letting the familiar weight of it weigh down on him. He looked at Alaki for his reaction, hoping for a much more positive one. Shaw hated to be the one to be making somebody uncomfortable, it just never sat right with him.
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