Tramp & RheaGrace
RheaGrace
I was just thinking about the moonlit forest where the silver wolves sing—ever heard a tale like that?
Tramp
Heh, a moonlit forest where silver wolves sing, you say. I've chased shadows through a thousand woodlands, but that particular chorus hasn't tuned in my ears yet. Maybe it’s the night itself humming something you only hear when you’re listening.
RheaGrace
You’re right, it’s like the forest has a secret song only for dreamers—maybe it’ll start humming when you pause to listen to the wind’s whisper instead of chasing shadows. Just keep your ears open; the silver wolves love a good story.
Tramp
Sounds like the forest is still waiting for the right ears. I’ll keep my head down, let the wind do the talking, and maybe I’ll catch that silver howl.
RheaGrace
That’s the spirit—listen closely and you’ll hear the forest answering back. Good luck, and may the silver howl find you!
Tramp
Thanks, I’ll keep my ears open and hope the howl comes back with a story.