Clubbing baby seals

Kite's question brought a sort of ashamed look to the other pup's face. She grimaced slightly before turning her head toward the pack she had snuck along with them, withdrawing from it two wooden sticks weighted on the ends. "I overheard that the best way to kill them is with these." She left out where she'd heard it, as the information had come from their cruel big brother. "It makes it so the pelt stays intact, so we can bring something really really nice to the feast." Drawing a stick out, she held it awkwardly in her maw out toward her sister.

Her stick was hard to carry for a young, weak pup, and the weighted end cocked her head sharply to the side as she struggled to hold it in her jaws. The stick's tip clonked heavily onto the ice and heaving it back up parallel with the ground proved too much an effort. She'd drag it then, until they found a seal to bonk. "C'mon, lesh go quiet and cash one shleeping." The pup whispered around the stick, crouching across the ice quietly (well, as quiet as one could with a stick dragging beside her along the ice) toward the slumbering group of pups.

"Speech"