Hushed Willows oh, no, this is much worse

She halted a fair distance from the Crook, juding it to be just enough that Tamourine's voice would only sound like a dull roar to their sleeping packmates.  The kid was loud, so it was probably an excercise in futility, but Banner felt a little less guilty this way. 

Was it dumb luck that he began yelling at that very moment or did she have some kind of undiscovered sixth sense on how much he enjoyed the sound of his own voice?  Her low, throaty laughter contrasted oddly with his high-pitched giggles.  "Very good," she stated with a nod.  The dark brown female sat back on her haunches and then leaned close to her young companion, lowering her voice and shifting her eyes around as though she were asking him a very important and controversial question.  "But what about girls?  They don't have one for their pee."