slow mo running on a beach

With water streaming down his face and out of his ears, he almost missed the call from the other wolf a short distance away. He grinned around his rock despite the statement dawning on him. As he waded further into the shallows he spat out his prize and cocked his head, lopsided grin clearly seeing more than the funny side of the situation. "What this?" He questioned, resting a paw atop his prize, "This was what I was after all along! Tradition, good luck charm, ya' know?" His delivery was made confidently, but he had to sit in the water to try and conceal the playful tapping of his tail. "Besides, the crabs are easier to catch if you get the rocks out of the way first."

"speech".