Moonspear measuring a summer's day

Jarilo had been left to his mama's devices and she eventually led him to a creekside after the morning rainshowers cleared up. It was only the small one not too far from the rendezvous, but a feature he had not been to yet nonetheless, and he was excited about it no matter what it was. He was just happy to be out, so whatever worked for him. He trotted along on her heels, nose working in overdrive and trying to stay close to her. Eventually, she detailed some things at him and said he should try pouncing the frogs while she fished nearby--where the waters were a little deeper, and so, he was told not to get close; she would be watching from just over the way, she assured him.

He eyed the patch of creek he had been assigned with a growing skepticism he tried to fight off by simply seeing more about this. The bottom was full of smooth rocks and when he dunked his front paws in, the waters ran up to between his knee and ankle--prompting a quick but fleeting wince. It was cold, but he was already getting used to it, so he stepped in with another paw, then the last two to puff himself up with accomplishment. With this small step forward, confidence built slowly. Now...

Without a good clue on what exactly he was looking to accomplish, Jarilo stood ankle-deep and looked around in hopes of finding something that moved just to get the ideas going--but all he saw were small dragonflies and other little bugs skirting this way and that.