Dirt in the wrong hands

Resting on the shore of the bay after a hard morning's work of collecting fish from the net, his ears tuned into the familiar call of Sedna. Once the pups had grown big enough to be released from the confines of the hut, Roo had noticed how productive and helpful Sedna really was. Curious as to what new lesson she was heading toward, the slender boy lifted himself up with a shake to rid of the sand. Traveling at a meandering pace, he reached the small group of pups who were already playing around with mounds of soft clay. Tilting his head to the side, he smiled over at Sedna with a nod before taking his own seat nearby.

As he watched the pups play with their mounds, Kuroo grabbed his own. Gingerly placing it in front of himself, he kneaded it carefully. Unsure of what it was or what they were going to do with it, he waited until Sedna would give the next direction. "Don't ruin it too much, Beru," Roo commented with a mischievous grin at the largest boy when he noticed the pup had smashed his paw into the pile.

"Speech"