The Peaks were too quiet tonight, and quiet can get lonely. So I decided to fill it with something new—sound!
I found three cliff faces that curved just right. I hummed a note at the first one, and it sang it back. The second echoed lower, the third added a wobble like a laugh. Perfect bandmates!
I clapped my paws, stomped in the snow, and sent beats bouncing across the valley. Even the wind joined in, whooshing the rhythm from ridge to ridge.
By the time dawn peeked over the horizon, the Peaks were still humming my song. I giggled. Turns out silence isn’t shy—it’s just waiting for someone to play first.