Moonspear i watched the fire that grew so low,

Sensing no objections, she went quiet and picked up the pace to a slow lope. She kept an ear and an eye on the youth, supposing that his parents were not too far away--however with her, he was in decent enough hands, at least. She just wouldn't take him too far away.

The creek neared and she looked down at him with a perking brow: see? She had slowed to a trot and went to the edge, wasting no time getting her paws wet. "Have you ever chased frogs?" she asked, remembering one of her personal favorites as a little thing oh so long ago. But, she had always been drawn to waterways back then, frog hunting had been a natural next step from that, of course.

Plus, they were pretty tasty.