Chunka munk and candy galore

The quiet whine was lost on the dark-furred boy, his red gaze fixed on the other boy as he watched him. He had set the fish down, meaning to give it to the other lad, but it seemed the orange, white, and black yearling had not understood the gesture. They were just starting at each other for a long while, confusion slowly slipping onto Sulfur’s face when he realized Ikuchi wasn’t going to eat. Well that was no good! The boy tapped the fish a couple times with a forepaw, gestured at it with his muzzle, and then moved his muzzle toward Iki. “For you,” he was trying to say. He stepped back, tail wagging as he lay down in the sand and set his head on his paws. Food would help the other boy feel better, and then maybe they could play before his big sister came back!

"Speech," 'Thought.'