Terra's voice didn't hold the deep melancholy soul that wolves did. Instead it was peppered with trills, rising and dipping with her voice. The emotions were still clear though, as easy to pick out as the soul filled song she'd given to Drakien. Lost underneath the sky, reaching for something that was part of her and yet something she could never touch, Terra missed her pack mates approaching. Her ears twitched as they joined in. Unlike her song, it was a simple celebration of the night, of the air that filled them. Their song told of winter, and the games that one could play, counteracting her own sad song.
Listening to them howl was a reminder of the life she lived, the life she chose. Life was harsh, Terra had always known that. Death had taken many from her pack, five in the few short months that she lived with them. Now she was simply experiencing a different kind of loss. The pack would still be there though, still there to sing at the sky and run with her at the hunt. No matter what happened, what tackled her, those constants would remain, and Terra would have a place to live and a song to sing. Her howl changed, singing of the sky now, joining their version of the night.
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