It was a warm summer evening in the werewolf kingdom, and Alpha Dave was taking a leisurely walk through the palace gardens. As he strolled along the winding pathways, he could hear the faint sound of music in the distance.
Curious, Alpha Dave followed the melody until he came upon a small clearing where a young man was sitting with a guitar in his hands. The musician had a mop of curly hair, and his fingers danced gracefully across the strings, producing a beautiful and mesmerizing tune.
Alpha Dave watched in awe as the music filled the air, and he was captivated by the raw talent and passion of the young musician. He had heard rumors of a brilliant musician named Jimmy, but he had never seen him perform until now.
After a while, Jimmy stopped playing and looked up, sensing someone's p
