It'd taken quite a while to build this beauty, but frequent trips from this little shed to various clans and even the feral lands for parts had definitely paid off. Now, the fox ran a paw over the piano's rough wooden exterior, closing his eyes for a moment to simply enjoy the feel of the instrument. Then, he settled down upon his haunches before the keys, fixed his tie, and began to play. It was a lovely tune, one that he'd picked up from his father before his disappearance, the only other thing from his blank past that he could remember. Letting his paws fly across the smooth keys... It felt so right. And he enjoyed it.
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