yuck, muck, and bad luck

Gilda was having too much fun to really take in what her father was saying, but when Kor started flinging mud, well that was something she could get in on. Though Urtur had escaped their clutches, Sair was moving quick and Gilda pivoted to use her back paw to rain mud on the wolverine to keep him distracted while Kor moved up, "Yeah! Get him guys!" She struggled to contain her giggles, which made keeping her footing even harder as she turned around to join the pile on the cranky companion, her grey patched fur turning as brown as Kenway's as she joined her siblings in their attempt to pin the wolverine.

"speech"