You, sir, are a fish.

The boy nervously paced the border, the leaders wife tucked away safely, sedated for her own damn good. How he'd managed to wheedle her into coming this far was anyone's guess, but he supposed he had at least a few hours up his arm to right some wrongs. This time, he was careful not to cross the clearly established border. He had a hide wrapped carefully around the herbs he had prepared as a peace offering and he set the parcel gently on the ground before tipping his head back to call for the leader here.

He swallowed heavily, and tried to convince his fur to sit flat. That didn't stop him looking like a static laden hairball though, all puffed up with barely contained panic.

“Speech”