Llama & Barkwolf
Llama Llama
Barkwolf Barkwolf
Llama Llama
Hey Barkwolf, I’ve been sketching the way the forest breathes in the quiet of dawn, and it made me wonder—what songs do the trees sing when you’re out in the wild? Do you hear their whispers, or is it just the wind in your ears?
Barkwolf Barkwolf
I hear the forest breathe like old bones humming under a moonless night, not wind but the silence between leaves that tells a story only I can follow, so listen but keep your voice quiet.
Llama Llama
I feel the forest’s hush echo in my thoughts, like a secret song you’re holding. I’ll stay quiet, letting your story breathe in the space between the leaves.