Hooked on A Feeling

wordwordswords He chuckled lightly and rested his head on top of hers "Do I?" He asked. Before she could respond he pulled away and rolled onto his back, as if asking her to play with him. He did love playing, despite his age, and his new found friend seemed like the perfect playmate for him. He wiggled happily in the sand, and rolled again, this time landing on his paws and running for the bay, looking over his shoulder each time to see if she would take his invitation. With a loud whoop he jumped from a large rock and into the bay, paddling and splashing water, tail whipping happily and causing a small wake to form around his body. "Come in!" He yipped, his fae voice echoing off the rocks around them. Below him a fish swam and once or twice he dunked his head under the water in an attempt to grab it. But the result was nil. Instead he came up with a mouth filled with a twig. "I got one!" He cried excitedly only to look down with slight disappointment at the inanimate object in his mouth.
"Speech"
'thoughts'