Swiftcurrent Creek Wake me up before you go-go

he chuckled at her gibberish, wrinkling his nose when she licked it. mohabbat, he whispered, for he found the echo of the word in the babble. even if it wasn't what she'd meant (likely the case) his daughter didn't need to voice her love for her to show it. he felt it, in every gesture, in every look.

gilharee, aditya explained, touching his muzzle to the squirrel in illustration. then moved it to the grass. ghaas. a rough-edged, toe-sized stone nearby. chattaan. he licked her forehead again, grinning. lakshmi.

god, he was going to give this girl an identity crisis. perhaps, though, she'd relish having the use of not one but two tongues to travel the world with—only time would tell.