"Not so much 'whaaaaa' as 'nnnnnuuuuuuurrrrght'," Palug said. "I like mooses - tasty."
He stretched, toes spreading, shivered and yawned, all pink gullet and fangs then lay back looking up at her.
"You make a good lap so it's a bit of luck for me that you are sitting out here all on your own with no one to talk to. It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good."