Nova Peak the jungle slang

Pasha did not stray too far from his mother, eyeing his surroundings with cautious interest. A small voice reached  Bazi's ears - one she still had trouble associating with her own child. "I'm made of fur and meat, " she corrected before she could catch herself, realised too late, and corrected with a lame "...I think that's harder than clouds. Clouds aren't cuddly." If mist and fog was anything to go by.