Hideaway Strath that is the thing that calls to all of my kind

Mallaidh snorts when he speaks, speaking that she’d be a fake. “Ha.” Yeah, sure. Who could impersonate her?
 
His whining, however, causes her eyes to nearly roll right out of her head. “Wha’tif some’n is out there righ’ now tryna get in and we ain’t there to stop ‘em!” she starts with a mouthful of fur, letting go near the end and staring at him defiantly. As he straightens himself out, finally getting going so they can do something, he bounces forward a few steps and then spins ‘round on her heels.
 
“Last one there is a big turd!” She doesn’t give him a change to retort before she spins back and leaves him in her dust.