dancing in the pale moonlight

At the sound of a grown ups voice, the boy turned his ears back against his skull, assuming already they would be in trouble for this, but finishing his tackle all the same, ending in a muddy seat. Allowing his laughter to trail off, he finally swung his head towards the older wolf, icy blue eyes meeting warmer tones with a lopsided grin and the wet thud of his tail in the mud highlighting the inherent mischief of the boy. "Somethin’ like that!" Aww mum was gonna be so mad at bedtime, and he hated baths.

She introduced herself and his eyes slid from her, to her bird and back. "I’m Arne and this is Arvid," He motioned to the warthog that was still happily flopping about in the mud. It looked comfy, so he leaned back and flopped onto his back too, wriggling from side to side. "Ma’s gonna be really mad when I go home, but it too much fun." He paused in his wriggling to try and meet her eye from his sprawled position on the ground, legs pointed straight at the sky. "Do you like mud?"

"speech".