Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

The brown wolf said he would keep it in mind but Luke took it for what he believed it to be: a friendly dismissal of the offer. Oh well, it was out there if indeed he thought of it again. He chuckled at the follow up comment, for he was all too familiar with just such a scenario. "You'd swear you could take their name and hit them with it, for how guarded some folks are eh!" He shook his head. Like Ovaltine, he did not get it. He understood and respected privacy, but could hardly think of a situation where a name was better off not shared.

"Have you e—" movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, but it was too late. He caught sight of a crow just as it swooped in, wrapped its black talons about his frog, and was taking off again. "HEY!" Luke barked as he made a high leap for the crow's tail feathers, but it was a complete miss. The thief had been taken by his own game. He stared off at the crow for a moment, then turned back to Ovaltine with lopsided grin. "Well," he said with a half chuckle. "I was going to ask if you ever tried frog, and offer you a bite, but..."