Moonspear somebody else’s lake

Orca turned to dart in the direction he had come, standing back as he had said. But from there she stood and watched, hackles between her shoulder blades lifted and bristling. She painted the very same picture as the porcupine did, though she didn’t know it. 

Her father was quick about it all, she thought! She shifted her weight, suddenly antsy, letting loose an encouraging bark that echoed his own. The fauna heeded her father, and his success made Orca feel better than before. For good measure, she barked at its retreating form with a wagging tail. 

Good job!!! she praised him easily, speaking the words she had heard time and time again from her parents when she did well. Orca’s bristling furs melted down easily as she pressed her snout happily against his cheek once he returned to her side. 

Porcupines made for a bad meal—noted! Orca was all the more happy that she had called. I willnae hunt it, she promised, looking to where the woods shivered in its escape and hearing the undergrowth rustle. She licked her chops and then looked back to him, then lapsed easily into their own language, dè bha thu a’ dèanamh? with a wave of her tail. 

assuming they’re taught in Scottish too!!! But lmk if that’s incorrect <3!