Aralyn wandered around the house aimlessly picking up things. She picked up a few hankerchifs and pocketed them thinking that they may come in handy. She sung softly under her breath and swayed her hips to the beat of the song. She had no more reason to fear now. He was gone from her life forever. She laughed and spun in a circle freedom singing to her on its soft melody. She gazed around through silver blue eyes finally feeling happiness.

"Lets sing a song! Lets sing a song!" Came a loud, sharp voice from the far corner of the living room. A hycinthine macaw was perched there, bobbing his blue head and looking sideways at Aralyn with his gold-rimmed eyes. "Lets sing a song!" He cried again, this time scooting side to side on his perch. He was one of the newer residence at the Farm, taken from a family who couldn't handle his needy ways and specialties.

Aralyn looked towards the voice and laughed softly "Ok ok we'll sing a song little buddy" She pondered a moment then began to sing softly

I cannot take this anymore
Saying everything I said before
All these words they make no sense
I find this in ignorance
The less I hear the less you say
Youll find that out anyway
Just like before
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And Im about to break
I need a little room to breathe
One step closer to the edge and Im about to break
I find the answers arent so clear
Wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense
I find this in ignorance
The less i hear the less you say
Youll find that out anyway

She smiled at the bird and walked over gently petting him with her hand. "Arent you a pretty bird?" She said softly.

The teenager walked in just in time to hear her speak to the bird, but made sure to make his steps a little heavy so as not to scare this jumpy person. His voice was soft as he spoke, and he smiled. He hadn't seen Aralyn in a long time. Holding out the remainder of some bandages Elder Brother had borrowed, he said, Thanks for letting Brother filch these. You can have them back now.

Elder Brother let out a low yip and waved his tail: he remembered this kind person. Salmon tongue hung out in pleasure. He was not a man's dog, though Tahmores was family, but Aralyn suited him fine. He had a certain detest for men because of Tahmores' abusive father, but women were fine.

The large parrot cocked his head to the new lyrics, and repeated his monotonous line a few times again, "Sing a song!" He tried to catch some of the phrases she used, but couldn't quite get any. Now he revelled in the attention she gave him, petting his deep-blue head. "Prettyboy, prettyboy!" Now he stated a new line; although all these words were known to him. These simple lines were triggered by what people said, or what he saw. And he was always eager to learn a new phrase and screach it to the world. Now he looked to Tahmores and Elder Brother, "Wolf at the door!" Well, Brother wasn't at the door, but he was a wolf, and that was good enough reason for Beakers to blare out the statement.

The parrot watched Brother for a moment; a creature he could actually talk too. "I've never seen you before. Though, I'm quite new here." His eyes tilted towards the ceiling, then back to the wolf as he spoke in the language that the humans couldnt understand, "And though, I must be new to you, too." He was quite a different talker.

Aralyn smiled at Tahmores and sang softly to the little bird

The worst is over now
And we can breathe again
I want to hold you high and steal my pain away
Theres so much left to learn
and no one left to fight

She figured she would start of small for the bird then turned to Tahmores "It wasnt a problem. If you ever need anything just let me know." She leaned down to offer a hand to Elder Brother and smiled at him. "How you doin buddy?" She glanced to Tahmores and said in the same soft voice of hers "How did you come up with the name Elder Brother?" She continued to pet the dog as she snuck him a treat from her pocket.

Tahmores returned the smile, and laughed at the bird's comment. Grinning still, he said, Bright fellow, aren't you?

Brother came forward to a friendly hand, rubbing his head underneath, begging to be scratched. The treat was grabbed up and snapped down with gusto before he responded to the bird. I must admit I've never seen anything of your like before, wing brother. You cannot be from these lands!

Tahmores turned back to Aralyn, hearing her question, and smiled. Well... his packname is... And he let out an assortment of low growls with a high whine at the end. But most humans can't manage that. As for the name, well... as a wolf, he is older than I am, if that makes any sense. He has... And he paused, seeking the words, accomplished more wolfly things than I have, like bringing down a moose without help, and other such initiations that I could never accomplish because of the differences in anatomy. And so he is older, and brother to me. It seemed the easiest thing. And he shrugged, not really sure if anything he had said made sense to her. It was so hard to translate pack ideas into human words.

Beakers turned his head to the side, then twisted it so that it was almost upside down as he gazed at the others. He certainly loved attention, and greatly missed his flock back home. As he had listened to the song of Aralyn, he picked up the last phrase and gleefuly reproduced it, "No one left to fight!" Then he bobbed his head to Tahmores's comment, though he didn't really know what it meant. He knew though, that is sounded good and he was getting a bit of attention. Feeling quite happy and relaxed, the parot roused his feathers, then turned to Elder Brother again, "Separated from home by a rolling hollow and many, many days." At this, Beakers dipped his body downward and hung his head below the level of his perch, "My kind lives under the hot sun." His words might seem quite cryptic, but to Beakers, they made perfect sense. He saw the sun here as a 'cold' one, since it didn't seem to warm up the land like it did back where he came from. And he had yet to experience a real summer here.