Just because Ranuk looked relaxed did not mean he was unaware of his surroundings. He was still as dangerous as he ever was, still alert to the sounds and motions of the garden. He listened to Tamlin's gentle song but also to the trees, the grass, the chirping of insects and the little rustling motions of rodents in the brush.<br/>He could smell everything on the wind and he knew he and Tamlin were the only ones in the garden.<br/><br/>His many tails flicked back and forth lazily, the only indication that he hadnt fallen asleep.<br/><br/>Ranuk didnt know what a star song was but it was pretty. There were many parts he did not understand but he didnt need to. It sounded worshipful, reverent, lovely.<br/><br/>Tamlin's voice washed over him, as soothing as the cool breeze. It was music meant for the night, full of darkness and shadows but the whimsical kind, the kind that existed under moon lit leaves and at the playful edges of candle light and between the twinkling stars. Gentle secrets that could only be spoken softly, any louder than a whisper and they would crumble like smoke and ash.<br/><br/>It was beautiful. It made Ranuk think of his grandmother.