Are You Serious?

He shook his head and laughed at Vali's actions. When she flopped over and leaned on him, he shifted his weight so that he was more comfortable. Then she started going on and on about being old, whining about her season. He stiffened slightly at all her movement, each turn wafting up her scent into his nostrils. Flaring them, he dipped his head down until the damp blades of grass tickled the inside of his nose, making him sneeze. There, relief for a spell. Turning his brown marked features back to her. "You think you're old? Try running a pack, having seven children and being five and a half. My joints ache when it rains too much and I can't run quite as far as I could before. So when you're at that point, you can come whining to me then. But I might be dead." He teased, laughing softly. Honestly though, he was a year and a half older than him, but it felt like a lot more than that.

"Speech"
'thoughts'