Mercury in gatorade or something

It was a long walk from the Obsidian beach to the steppe, and he was grateful Deluge was taking her time to spare his tiny legs. They had survived their journey to the weepy trees and now the smell of the strange green smoke filled his nose, making his ice blue eyes water. The larger glowy girl indicated that they should move away from those sitting too close to the fire, and his back paws scrambled against the smooth stone as he attempted to pull himself up alongside her.

It took at least two more attempts before he made it up, and the sun was setting in the distance, darkening the sky and making the green flames dance even more vibrantly. Like his companion, his eyes were drawn to the toppled stones with a canting of his head. What on earth could they have been used for, he wondered, wide-eyed as the first stars twinkled into existence overhead.

Deluge’s words pulled him back to the present as he tipped his muzzle upward. The more he looked, the clearer the spaces in between came. “Whacha mean?” He started to trace patterns with his eyes, join the dots until a giant wolf with an open maw was spread out in the stars above him. “I see a wolf that looks like its about to puke all over us.” The boy giggled. It was always funny when the grown ups drank just a bit too much.

“Speech”