Lost Creek Hollow you have some like this in your own vault

merrick was merrystruck by the happy tambourine. vesta remained silently appraising, and the bearking was glad to have her along for this particular foray into the springing land. "i think i find a note here or there," he hummed, "though it might take a different form than you would realize."
he had seen the first look of consternation, and meant to inspire another. merrick who explained nothing, only glinted and grinned and nudged vesta with his shoulder. "do you count sparring as a dance, tambo?"
the nickname, held a moment between his teeth.