Swiftcurrent Creek People writing songs that voices never shared

Mae wasn't sure what to think of Arric. Mostly, she associated him with the new vocabulary she'd been picking up of late — but he seemed to make Akavir very happy, and that certainly earned him points with Mae. When she woke from her nap to find Arric lounging nearby, her tail stirred the air softly. She yawned, stretched, and made a show of rising very slowly.

Then she marched over to him and greeted him with an affectionate Shit, because that was by far her favorite word that she'd learned from him, and because she'd come to think of it as a term of endearment of sorts. After a moment, she looked around for Akavir, and then cast an inquiring glance at Arric. Shithead? Where. Was. Dad.