Digging a hole to china

The bi-colored woman had little (or a lot, for her?) to say about his idea of lining the bottom with sticks, and Mitros shrugged, easily accepting it as more work then it was worth. Sure it sounded cool to have a creature impale itself to death on spikes, but perhaps it was harder to achieve in theory. the last thing he wanted was for it to land in the pit, break the sticks but not itself, and for him to be forced to scurry down there avoiding the wood to finish it off.

She spoke another few words, the first clearly being her own name. "Mitros." He responded in turn, glancing over at her gestures while he dug. The learned wolf had marked a depth, and Mitros reminded himself to be careful to ensure his own side of the pit would match her indication. They didn't need a lopsided trap.

To her next gesture, the boy's paws slowed in their rapid movements. He squinted, his head tilting to the side, and then clued in. As the realization hit, a wide grin spread across his young face. "Coooooool. You won, yeah?"

"Speech"