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1103 words. Also, this post is dedicated to my beagle, 'cause it's the first I've managed to write since he passed <33. This site helps for any voice reference, if you're curious ^^.
Honey eyes were focused on her paws, but looked up when Orin had forgiven her for her natural curiosity. Her 'sniffer' just had a mind of its own, and she couldn't control it. However, the pink haired female welcomed her to the sweet and slightly bitter drink, as she set the round, crystal clear glass on the floor before her. Mala's tongue nearly popped out of its creamy cage, watching with interest as the red juice filled up the glass. Large ebony nose wriggled with the berry juice, deemed 'wine', which sounded funny to the shaggy female.
She nearly bent down to lap at it, when Orin pushed the glass closer, urging her on. One eye peered up at the female sitting at the counter, who downed her glass, and so Malachi's salmon tongue dipped into the fermented berry juice for a taste. It was bitter, and yet sweet, not unlike the dark red berries she loved to pick off bushes in the springtime. It felt smooth going down her throat, and so large front paws swept out in front of her, gently picking up the thin stem of the wine glass. It didn't take long to bring it up to her face, and the scene itself looked silly. Her large paws were pressed together, the glass in between, lifting the sweet red juice to her lips. Lapping at it almost greedily, she set it down quickly, almost afraid for it to slip from between her claws and shatter on the floor.
Mala looked up at Orin once more, licking her lips. Her entire mouth tasted of the juice, and she had wondered why she never saw this type of liquid before. Her tribe never really drank, unless it was for ceremonies or special occasions. Maybe they were afraid that she, lover of berries, would become hooked on it and finish it all before its time. A large, toothy grin was flashed in the white female's direction, with a kind of look that said 'so what now'? The creature only nodded somewhat at the mention of fire making, and she did indeed miss practicing. It was always quite tricky to get the right angle with flint to spark, and to catch, and breathing life into the fire just right.
The more she thought about the subject of fire, the warmer the large female's body became. Little did she know that it was part of the wine's effects, but she felt warm and fuzzy, despite already being that way. Rounded ears moved on her head, her head already beginning to feel like it was swimming, trying to listen to Orin about the origins of speech. And just the way that the pink haired female tried to pronounce a simple letter made her giggle, Mala too followed along with short rumblings in her grizzled throat.
Orin was becoming more bubbly, and it was rather contagious. Salmon tongue sloshed out of her mouth to hang there on her lips, never once having thought of using her language as an advantage to talk behind someones back. It seemed rude, and very much unlike Malachi to do, but her honey eyes sparkled with a deviousness she had never known. All the blame was on the bittersweet berry juice, of course. "We'd get in trouble," the large female said, though a smile still lined her cute-as-a-button features. What Malachi heard next was unexpected, and she slowly blinked upwards at the female. She was... fuzzier? She turned to look down at her body, engorged and ready for hibernation that she would not allow. Then she looked up at Orin questioningly, head tilting sideways. "It makes me look.. poofy.." But the way the shaggy female said the last word sent laughter bubbling up from her lips, and she contorted her face in a fit of giggles.
And she remained giggling, even as Orin spittled when trying to pronounce the Mi'kmaq word that came naturally to her. When she did it, Malachi bellowed into the air of the bookstore, but when she realized it was a sound that seemed foreign to her fuzzy, rounded ears, she quickly slapped a large paw over her lips. Apparently, Orin had just about the same time. Malachite laced eyes looked over to the white female, and it seemed they mirrored eachothers' actions, which only spurred Malachi into more laughter, unable to contain it behind her heavy paws.
The bookkeeper did seem pleased with herself, though, when she thought she pronounced the word for 'welcome' correctly. When she pushed her seat back and got up, stepping a little ways away from Mala, the large female took this as her chance. The berry juice was making her bold, and so she quickly shifted weight onto her back paws, becoming a 'Luperci' as quick as she could to reach for the wine bottle on the counter top. The shaggy female knew she was going to be caught, but she was far from caring anymore. Her massive front paws hugged the wine bottle, as she backed away from the unsteady counter and sat back down onto the floor, lifted the bottle to her lips. It would have been a far messier job trying to pour it into a small glass herself.
Setting the bottle down on the floor, knowing Orin would see it had moved, she licked her lips once again. Wine was such a pleasant drink, she mused, hearing a certain hum in the back of her large head as her new friend asked a question. "G-g..gegina'matimgewei," she said, a burp escaping her as she answered the first of Orin's questions. The word she had asked for was long and complicated in Mala's native tongue, which she clicked idly as she turned her head in Orin's direction. The next question nearly startled her, as the massive creature had never once thought about what her favorite word was. At the moment, there was only one word that came to mind, as she pointed at the bottle by her feet. "Moqopa'q!"
Something came across the hefty female, sitting with her legs splayed out in front of her. Her body leaned forward, and her paws grabbed her feet, massive body becoming a rounded ball of sorts. Mala began to rock back and forth, remembering as she did the same when she was just a pup. She giggled again, wondering if it was the "moqopa'q" making her feel so light and airy, and childish once again. "Mmmo-hgo-baaaahk.." her voice was drifting, slurring the word out for Orin to pronounce. Of course, learning a new language never helped when one was under the influence.