Amusement crossed Jordyn's face at her question. The dog did her best to hide it, but it wasn't as well done as some other expressions she had read. So the ocarina didn't dance. Or if it did, it was extremely obvious that that was what it did. The arm was removed from the bag, something wooden clutched in the female's grasp. Terra sniffed at it briefly before managing to stick her entire head into the bag. It didn't have much, but she still rooted around investigating it.
Terra looked up at the answer. So the ocarina was an instrument! Her eyes grew rapt as the simple scale was played through the instrument. Taking a seat the coyote's body relaxed, tail swaying lazily behind her. It sounds beautiful. Terra loved music. She loved it in all of it's forms. She was more of a dancer really, moving to the music's rhythm rather than creating it herself. Her voice was too broken to be able to sing properly.
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