Swiftcurrent Creek Teach Me to Sing

omg meatball nose. Dis is Val:

Maera stalked their prey with as much still as a month-old puppy could muster, far outmaneuvering her rambunctious brother who jumped to-and-fro behind the fiery redhead. Though he fancied his growls quite thunderous, the littles rrrrrrrrr were quite unimpressive the stalwart beetle, who remained stuck to the ground despite the two youngsters.

Va, Maera whispered, transfixed on her quarry. His sister's summons kept him alert, and he mosied to her side with faux-confidence and a nervous swagger. His neck outstretched to sniff Maera's whither nervously as she booped the beetle's shell with the blunt of her muzzle. Valtýr's tail stood erect in the air, quivering with excitement, until his sister shrieked - the poor beetle clinging to her face. 'VAAAAAA-AAAAH!!' she hollared, shaking wildly to remove it. Valtýr had no idea what was going on, and he screamed... because his sister screamed. "MMMMAAAAEEEEEEEEEE," he howled, tumbling backward in a fit of bewilderment, all four jacinthe-colored paws waving in the air.

Suddenly, the beetle's shiny shell caught the light and he finally realized it was velcroed to Maera's face. "Mae Mae!" he screeched as he jumped to her aid, puffed up like a bold kitten. His broad paws slapped her, unabated, in the face in an attempt to remove the insect... because, clearly, it was some foul and evil beast... and he was a shining knight who needed to rescue the damsel in distress.

Clearly.