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Terra grinned as the lightning struck, emphasizing the other's words. They call you Storm-Speaker where you come from? Coyotes with that title were known to have a knack for knowing what weather would come, much like his declaration of the storm trapping them together. Her words were mocking, laughing at the storm and what had brought them together. The storm was the perfect backdrop for them, two keepers of secrets together in a small cave.
Her ears perked at his words. Terra glanced down at the pipe, feeling a little shy now. She didn't know much about music beyond what she had sung with her family when she was still just a pup. It seemed beyond her somehow, something that she wouldn't be able to touch, to understand. Do you really think I could? Terra felt shy approaching it, almost feeling that there was a wall dividing her from where the beautiful sounds originated.
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