Eyes closed he stood there on the empty stage, his slender hands guided the bow over the strings, drawing a passionate melodie from them. The tunes filled the empty hall with life and he could almost feel and hear the laughter and cheer of old days again.
But those times were long gone and the emptiness settled in his heart, gnawing on it like a hungry beast on bones. A tear left his eye and rolled down his cheek, for a second the tunes turned and sounded like the screaming of a wounded animal. Then the beautiful passionate tunes returned and he stood upright again. The ears of the wolf were folded back and he was completely adrift within his melody he was playing. And so he didn’t notice the huge dragon that was standing in the middle of the hall, the red eyes onto his slender black form, studying the details of his body. How the light of the moon, that got through the damaged roof, shined upon his black fur.
The dragon with the silver scales slowly moved closer towards the stage, the red eyes still fixiated upon the wolf. He did his best to move as quiet as he could but with the wolf only paying attention to his instrument, the risk of being spotted was low.