Crowded on a velvet cushion

The icy water made Ken's toes numb, and it turned out the glimmer was just a little fish after all. He climbed from the water, stomping his feet to try and get the feeling back in his toes. Honestly, it took him more than a minute to realise he wasn't alone.

Golden eyes lit up though when they fell upon his company, his dark and light tipped tail thrashed about and he bowed down to try and entice the wolfish-not-wolves to play. At least one of them looked like they might indulge him, but he couldn't shake the feeling this was something important, and he should probably take it seriously, like that darker guy off to the side. Slowly his wiggles subsided, and he stepped forward, towards the darker canine expectantly. Were they gonna speak at all?

“Speech”