restrained

The Jarvela boy is ripped from his brooding by another young man asking if he is going for a swim, and finally he really sees all that stands between him and the distant island. He manages a laugh, but it may be lost in the rolling thunder and violent winds that tear about them. "Don't think it'd make me any wetter!" he offers as response with a smile. The younger wolf is colourful, coated in patterns that remind Arne of Kuroo's monochrome coat. "But wet sand is great for racin' on, wanna see who can get around that rock and back first?" He gestures down the beach with a tip of his head and not a care in the world for the storm that whipped around them.

"speech".