Moonspear measuring a summer's day

"Yes! Frogs." the boy confirmed with a yip and bright-eyed nod, happy to suspect that he knew what those were--only to turn around and doubt that in the very next moment. His expression wavered, albeit only fleetingly; he was still quite pleased with himself all the same since he had a mission in mind and despite his failings up to now, the aspect of having a goal was sitting quite satisfactorily. "Well!" he huffed, turning his back towards Tryphon to gesture at where he had just come from. How to tell him easily? "Mama said they're good to pounce on, slippery but tasty, and should be by the water." She had described them more with some big complicated words interspersed, but those were the details that stuck with him since abstract thought was not yet his forte--and neither was realizing that his rippling around was sure to scare them all off, which led him to his main problem right now: "BUT, I can't find any."