Swiftcurrent Creek chert

"agradiseyki, arric," muskrat said, her face conveying a deep solemnity despite her joy at receiving such a portion. her tone was joyed as well as grateful, for she felt respected by their trade.

"mm, no, mukuku. go home to wife. tell arlette i wish good things for her and babies."

and what large babies they would be! she leaned forward to cut away her prize, meaning to carry it off in a dazzle of dripping footsteps.