Luneshale Pass No one will ever

He felt sheepish when Leto started, then looked around warily. Bushtit coughed and cleared his throat, which tickled from the hollering.

That’s the word I was trying to remember earlier. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, he offered. But, yeah, if we just make an effort to expose each other to the languages we’re trying to learn, that’s how we’ll pick them up, I think.

His pale tail flicked. As if cued by the movement, his stomach rumbled. It was just a noiseless clench at first, before it gave a loud growl.

-“What do you say we start over some breakfast? What’s the Spanish word for breakfast?”- Bushtit invited, already turning to begin the search for sustenance.

Fade here? :)