Swiftcurrent Creek People writing songs that voices never shared

Arric coughed and wrinkled his maw. Ah gross Mae. Looks like you found some Squirrel Shit. And he wrinkled his nose at them. The word taht usually was laced with affection, now showing it's other meaning and it was not a good one. Though the nuances maybe lost on the child.

He followed behind and looked up and chuckled. You found some Tree rats little shithead. Squirrels. They climb trees. Fast little bastards.

At this point, Arric just enjoys teaching her naughty words.