The humming of a sweet tune that lacked melody entwined itself in the complex myriad of forest sounds, followed by a shadow that grew as it approached the camp. From out of the foliage stepped Wildheart, his jolly countenance, as always, wearing a boyish half-grin and smiling golden eyes. His long, ebony tail trailed behind, glistening in hues of royal blue under the gentle, pink-tinged ribbons of the setting sun's rays.