Qeya River gluttony

Amalia wagged her tail at his ascent. His accent creeping in to become lilting and gentle. She liked to listen to it. She closed her eyes in pleasure at the sound. There was just something about an accent.

Amalia giggled, carefree, girlish, loud as she always was. Oh I wouldn't mind at all, really. I may do the same.

Amalia joined in the game, of chase and catch. Being as gentle as she could with her large paws. She was not a small thing, and sometimes well she was akin to a bull in a chin shop.