Mercury in gatorade or something

She wasn’t much older than he was, but that still made her twice his age, and she seemed wise beyond her years in moments like this. He took a moment to consider the way her coat glowed similarly to the fireflies, and her words about the octopus waiting and using it’s colour changing to lie low. He supposed, of all his siblings, he looked the most like his mum, and while that made him very proud, maybe other people wouldn’t feel that way. At least here, in the dark, he looked like any other dark brown wolf. An inky black dot on the landscape.

The question that came from the big girl sounded pretty serious and he opened his mouth to reply and then closed it again. Scrunching his brow in thought. He drew in a breath through his open mouth and began to cough and splutter. A firefly had flown in his mouth. As he finally dislodged the bitter bug from his throat and spat it onto the grass, he checked it over with worry. “Sorry little starfly! Ya shouldn’t fly in people’s mouths when they ‘bout to be’speakin’!” But maybe it knew what he was going to say and had decided the boy should keep it to himself? So with a low “Hmm” he left his thoughts unspoken and settled in to continue mapping pictures in the sky with Deluge. Real stars or not.

“Speech”