Swiftcurrent Creek People writing songs that voices never shared

Mae led Arric in excitable silence for a time, until she came upon something — well, something very smelly. But fascinating! The little Mayfair was immediately distracted by the small pile of squirrel leavings, which triggered some still-brewing instinct inside of her.

She stopped to sniff around it, then followed the trail of the squirrel's scent right to the base of a nearby tree. Mae squinted up the tree, then looked at Arric, confused. How had it gotten up there?