If I could write

Her greetings would be replied to with his own salutations, nuzzling her back gently. She would plant a soft kiss on his cheek before the pale beast of their kin came charging down a slope. At his voice, she gave a chuckle, grinning back before her mocha cloaked frame would move back to make way for the brother barreling through. His voice was full of gladly spoken words, a voice only Bass owned. Playfully, she would swat at the boy's frantically wagging tail, before she would recede her playful attitude, padding back up to their kin, nuzzling him once more, before her sing-song voice would chime into the atmosphere, mismatched gems gazing directly at those of her brothers. "I'm glad to see you for the second time since we've been here in Alacrita. Motif is here as well."

Happiness and desire flooded her emotions, as thoughts would reel through her mind. 'Is Chord going to join us in Abaven? If he does, we can now be Abaven's Troublesome Squad.' At this thought, she gave a chuckle to her own self for the name, but it was unlikely the boys would agree with a silly name like that. Perhaps he would desire to be a messenger, so he would be able to travel to distant lands still, to satisfy his desires for adventure and exploration, or would he choose the path of a guard or healer? Time would only tell, it seemed. Her coal-stripped muzzle found it's way to her kin's neck, nuzzling him one last time before withdrawing herself.

"Speech"
'thoughts'