Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

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While she was quite fixated on unearthing the creature- the burrow couldn't be that deep could it? Mice were only teensy tiny things....- her mother roved around, making aubidle paw steps and stamps, which caused Chacal to pause in her digging for a moment to observe the behavior. She cocked her head t the side, unsure what her mother was doing until she came to the realization that perhaps she was trying to scare the mouse back toward the entrance of the tunnel- and back toward her. This made her jig with excitement, and without a second thought, a string of burbling jargon came from her mouth.

“Ah tsee malère im p-p-prrovre, all da giddjem: m-m-m-mouse.”

She seemed fairly unaware of how odd she might have sounded, and didn't seem to realize that the complete thought that she'd had in her head had somehow ended up completely tangled beyond belief when she'd tried to speak it out loud. She had noticed it- and it caused her to falter slightly before managing to form at least one sensible word. But she was distracted, and perhaps a bit overwhelmed, too. Something hadn't worked right; that wasn't what she'd meant to say. And her voice had been tuneless, not mimicking a song at all. In cadence, it resembled a complete thought- after all, she had had one, and she had had something that she wanted to say- but for some reason, when she'd tried to speak it out loud...It'd all come out wrong.

But her focus had not been shaken- and she dove back toward the hole, and began digging with renewed fury.