Wapun Meadow absənt

athalia did not think she had ever laughed in her life, but here she was now, jaws splitting in a crowish cackle over swiftlet's confusion. silly swiftlet, she teases. bearclaw is place. home. i bearclaw, you k-- kbar... karshim?
speaking was stupid and difficult, and athalia especially did not like it right now.
she brushes it off and continues her search, dragging the poor boy a good few more paces forward before she stops abruptly yet again. disappointment squeezes her features as she turns to look at her tracking buddy with some semblance of sadness. no smell katla.