Yisreal

As you wander the den your ears impulsively perk up at the sound of pleasant singing. A mesmerizing tune that gives the den a calming atmosphere; not quite a lullaby, but a hopeful jaunt. She smiles at you cheekily, noticing how hypnotized you were. You couldn't really understand the lyrics; they were an odd dialect of old nordic, similar to the way a few of the other wolves spoke. Not wanting to interrupt the siren's song, you nod respectfully, receiving one from her.