I'm the girl of my dreams

The sound of someone speaking to her brightly had the girl rolling to her elbows, hips still splayed to the side as her not quite uppy-yet ears laid across her skull in opposite directions. Her tail thumped against the ground in appreciation and her tongue lolled from parted lips while she still caught her breath from her dash and roll.

Her head tipped to the side as the grown up asked her name, as if she needed to think about it for a moment. "Y'smell weird." she blurted in place of her name. "Why yer smell like rocks an...?" She didn't know that smell and it was driving her crazy.

She pushed up to her feet, striding forward fearlessly to push her nose towards the small woman. If she wasn't stopped, she'd poke and prod the other wolfs shoulders and ribs with her nose. "Where yer from an' wha's that cold smells from?"

"speech"