what's the rock cooking?

There was a gleeful sound in Hazel's throat as she realized that she had a bit of blue tail in her mouth. It was something like a woof but a bit too high, more of a bark, but something that was equal parts surprise and excitement. Racing as they were, except Hazel needed to stay half a step behind because she had absolutely no idea where they were going. A surprise of some sort, but sheesh she hoped there was food on the other end. Still, the game was too much fun, and it was hard to focus on her grumbly tummy.

When it came to the stream, Hazel hadn't noticed it until it was probably too late. Though she tried to follow Bas in his long strides, her legs were shorter and she was far less practiced. In her jump, the girl stumbled. With an oof and a splash, the ball of red and pale fluff came crashing down into the shallow stream, face first. She came up just a moment latter, sputtering and shaking the water from her coat, picking her way carefully to the other side. "I uh... meant to do that," she stuck her tongue out at the boy, giving one more shake for good measure. "Where aaaare we 'Lis," Hazel sing-songed, looking beseechingly to the taller boy. Inquiring minds really did want to know.

"Speech"