Moonspear vårvindar friska

A turtle!

Orca looked back toward it. She was about to shout to encourage it out, but mom said to be quiet...

Three seconds passed. Four. Five. It was unbearable! I's being kuh-why-it, you come now toortle? she whispered, patience wearing quite thin. She looked to Seal, then back to the object... but her patience wore thin when it didn't come out. With a huff, Orca abandoned this pursuit and ran toward the gifts brought.

There was only a heartbeat of shyness before she got a whiff of them. They smelled like ma, and da, which was automatically a good thing.

So then came her next questions: What this?! Who you?