Swiftcurrent Creek dreaming through the thunder

Etienne chuckled at her parroting. The way she formed the words and giggled after. He loved sharing his language with others. Though her question caught him off guard. He was unsure how to answer.

He lifted a paw and pressed the bone forward.

It is dey way we talk. Sometimes if you be from different places you speak a bit different. Like my granme and family were not from 'ere originally. So w'en dey came. Dey broug't deir own words.