Swiftcurrent Creek Brushling oh brushling

As the other took a seat, so did the butterfly. Before she noticed it herself, she too had curled her floofy tail 'round her petite feet. It had not been an act of impersonation though, Chusi usually did this in the colder months of the year to feel a bit warmer on the hard, cold ground.

Few moons now, 'think. 'Came all tha way frum tha Hinterlands, 'round spring we arrived. She answered thoughtfully.