"Sweet breeze and flower dew, warming sun shining too..." Drifting upon the said breeze, a voice a faintly tinged sorrow began to sing. Faint and mostly to the singer's self, the voice carried on with not a note missed.
"Chirping birds making their nest, gentle day for a rest." A swishing sound accompanied the words this time; a swaying of a furried tail. A pebbled rolled free as a shape shifted on a ledge.
"Do not worry of the past, for peace has come at last." Now the voice rose, but quickly trailed to silence. A sigh erupted between fanged lips only after a few cricket calls. A moment later and a thump quickly followed by a painful hiss. There was no longer a feline upon a cliff.
Shaking away the clumsy landing, Mikh'to tilted his head up, sniffing the morning air. As if on queue, a rumble sounded deep in his gut and the Keeper couldn't ignore his hunger anymore. Following the flow of wind back into town, he couldn't help but think of the words he had just sang to himself. Aloud, he murmured a quick critique to himself. "Still needs a lot more work..."
