Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

His new companion didn't seem to have much experience hunting this particular prey, or so Whittier assumed from his response. He wasn't at all concerned by this though, for all he really needed was the stranger's enthusiasm, which the yearling sought to match with his own.

Whit started forward with a grin towards the lake at an easy lope. Frogs weren't exactly the brightest creatures. More often than not, they just sat there and waited to be scooped up. At least, that's what the ones were doing that Whittier usually snacked on. The others were too much work.

The yearling slowed as he came nearer to the lake, sniffing at the air and peering as best as he could into the reeds. His ears twitched from the sounds the amphibians were making, trying to pinpoint exactly where he might find his first victim. There were so many voices that his ears seemed to not be much help in this scenario, and so he gave a shrug and barreled eagerly into the reeds.