Digging a hole to china

To the approaching stranger he spared a glance, grunting and nodding in ascent as he dug when she correctly guessed his intentions. It wasn't until she spoke again that he stopped his frantic digging, leaning over to watch as she demonstrated. Why did her voice sound so weird? It was a question that would probably be considered rude (and he didn't need another lesson in rudeness after calling out stinky Medusa for her stink) and so he kept it to himself, eyeing her warily instead.

Truthfully he hadn't given much thought to the location of the hole, and so he was happy to adjust his paws as she directed. It seemed every adult out there had some knowledge to give, and Mitros was hungry for all of it. "Have you ever dug one of these before? I want to chase something into it, I was thinking of putting big sticks at the bottom so they'd fall and die quickly." Digging while speaking was a bit of a hazard, what with the flying dirt and all, but Mitros was finding he enjoyed whatever rare conversation he could get, once suddenly separated from his packmates.

"Speech"