*It was a night for wandering, a night in which she couldn't sit still. Dressing lightly, she grabbed her violin and rushed out of the city limits. The moon was bright and the night sounds surrounded her as she made her way deeper into the heart of the gardens, far enough away from the citys heart not to hear it, but close enough still to not be into the wilds just yet. She stood there, surrounded by flora and fauna of the gardens, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the night, and slowly she put her violin to her shoulder and began to play. It started off slow, but it picked up speed. It was a song of passion, desire, rejoicing at life as she felt the wolf push to the forefront. She let her fingers fly upon the strings and just gave herself over to it. Something she enjoyed, the freedom the music gave her.*