[shadow=CD8C95,right]RUNICFLARE AURUMQUE[/shadow]

It was far too often, that should be noted, there was no noise within the camp. It was as if the darkness, the one thing that took the light, snatched away all the sound. Runicflare sighed. It didn’t seem... lively enough.

The dire wolf looks around, scanning for something — anything to make a sound. That’s when she sees something. It was tucked away, in the corner. It was large and had black and white keys. Rushing over, as a cat who likes shiny things, the wolf slams her paw on the keys, making a dissonance yet musical sound erupt through camp.