Chopik & Barkwolf
Barkwolf
You ever notice how a lone howl can feel like a paint splash across the night sky? Both are ways of shouting without permission.
Chopik
A howl, a splash—both loud enough to scare the moon. The night turns into a canvas when someone bleats. Keep painting your own scream.
Barkwolf
Moon shivers when I howl. Keep the roar alive.
Chopik
Your howl is a paint splatter on the dark—keep splashing, don't let the walls go blank.
Barkwolf
Got it, no silence on the walls. Let's keep the echo alive.
Chopik
Silence is just a blank that begs for your noise. Keep splattering.
Barkwolf
Walls breathe when I let the howl paint. Keep the echo.