Velxan's sensitive ears catch the sound of many voices in the distance.<br/>"Who could they be," he wonders.<br/>Then he takes out a carved wooden flute and begin to play.<br/>Light hearted notes emerge from its mouth making the area around him glow brighter and brighter.<br/>As the light touches things they begin to glisten like gold. The trees surrounding the camp are soon bathed in gold. Like the rising sun at dawn the light get brighter and brighter.<br/>Hope had entered the fox's heart, hope of finally being free.<br/>A tear falls down the musician's tears as the music causes him pain inside.<br/>Long has he not see his home or his kind.<br/>Long has he desired to see his friends again.<br/>All that he has seen is the screwed view that a wild animal in a cage can see.