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The tail tug earned all of Orca's attention and a childish scowl. No thanks!! she hollered, letting her mother know promptly that she did not like tail tugs! Only kisses and cuddles. Orca turned to press herself against her mother in the manner of a cat, staring up at her as she spoke.

Oh man, that voice meant business... and she racked her brain. Oof... Great question, mom!!! What did they say???

Orca scrunched up her brow for a drawn out minute before remembering. It could be one of two things. So she went with both. Me like!!!! Fanks!!! Right? Oh! And maybe, It's good job!!! As in, you did a good job finding this! ...but the semantics of language Orca was still coming to grasp.

She looked at her mama now, wondering if that was a good job too. Meerkat, best mother that she was, and Njord, best father that he was, certainly knew how to praise them when all was well! Her own words held a slight accent, but was a good blend of her mother and father both. But they had done a good job at getting her attention upon Alaric, who she picked her way a little closer to (with dragging steps). She dawdled, but only a bit.

Orca II said happily, I like towtles,