Swiftcurrent Creek i'm not much a poet but a criminal

Cameo!

Mae was sleeping, yes, but barely. She was just awake enough to catch the words spoken outside of the den. Namely, one she'd never heard; one that Akavir seemed to like very much! She yawned and got to her feet slowly, poking her head out the den to look at the pair for a moment.

Shithead? She mumbled, looking at Akavir. Then she yawned again and turned back to her brothers and her nap.