Pretty Things

That afternoon was nice, sunny, and Sulfur had made himself quite proud by gathering a collection of bells on the beach. It was something he’d seen his older sister Rivin do, and looking at his own pile of bits and pieces of shell his tag wagged with delight behind him. They needed some cleaning off, but he was excited to get his own collection going. Wade was finding cool things, so he should start collecting cool things too, right? Right! But… Sulfur frowned, gaze falling to the pile of shell bits on the beach as he looked toward the resort. If he cleaned them here they’d just get sandy again… and he couldn’t carry them all at once back to the dens by himself. He hadn’t seen his father or Rivin either… hmm.. Oh dear… now what? Ears falling with disappointment, he decides to try and call for them. Sulfur tilts his head back, the… “howl” sounding more like garbled yelling than a proper call. Would they hear him? Would they come? The boy frowns with uncertainty as he looks back at the shell bits, moving them a bit with a forepaw.

"Speech," 'Thought.'