defective; return to sender

The nervousness faded and now, Vanta was simply torn. Torn between following directions, and following her beloved sister. Her paw drug anxious circles in the dirt as she considered her sister's words. A cave bear? "Do you really think he'd do that?" She whispered into Kite's ear, sending a suspicious glance over her shoulder at the brute. "But, but.. okay." Her ears slicked back against her skull, tension in her chest as she imagined the echoing roar of a cave bear deep in the tunnels. How could they ever barricade a BEAR? 'Slowing it down' would only make it's dinner freshly coated in it's own urine.

She grabbed the bundle hesitantly, pawing one of the long sticks. "How can we make any of this make noise?" The girl posed, taking the stick and tapping it against the other articles to try and make a loud enough warning sound. "Maybe some stones? Tied close together and hanging, so they clack together?" But then what could they use to trigger the clacking..

"Speech"