Taming the Big Bad Alpha
Then she lifted her hands toward the moon and began to weave an intricate pattern, even as she sang softly.
Notes sprang to life in front of her, notes of silver and gold, spilling toward the two combatants. Her voice swelled with purity, with beauty, took wing, and rose above the clearing, spreading outward into the forest.
The song was a whisper of sound yet perfectly clear. The notes danced like whirling eddies of Stardust, spinning around and between the leopard and the owl.
Her song carried far into the night, and everyone and everything within hearing had to stop and listen. The song was of peace and understanding among all species.
Bab Populer