Crowded on a velvet cushion

The silence continued and the pup trotted along blindly at the big guys heels, the smoke and the smell made his face scrunch up and his eyes squeeze shut, it was only the backwards yank that convinced him to try and blink his vision clear. He bought his paws up to cover his nose. That smelled worse than the worst fart one of his brothers had ever let rip, even worse than the ones his dad's wolverine loosed. He gagged on the air, trying to not vomit all over the big guys paws, but it was just too bad! And maybe, just maybe he could try and swing this to his favour? As the big guy gestured towards the bridge, the pup stumbled pitifully forward, turning back with a canted head. Did he really think the kid could do it on his own? There was such a big gap between the boards, what was a kid to do?

“Speech”