Moonspear measuring a summer's day

The swirling and twirling aerial paths of bugs did threaten to pull his interest, but they weren't of much consequence. Pouncing and snapping at bugs, while definitely fun, wasn't what he was wanting to do here though; mama had charmed him into the appeal of frogs, and fancying a new quarry over leaves that crumbled and insects that just squished that he could do even without the creek, he wouldn't give up quite that easily. But, all the same, standing here and waiting for some to find him grew boring fast.

With a little splish splish as he drug his paws through the waters, he crept up the small stream ever-so-delicately--peering around in the low foliage lining the creek in search. Still, nothing. A few times he heard splash sounds up ahead, ones not (obviously) associated with him, and wondered what that was.. but he never got close enough to one to see more than the ripples it left behind after.

A neatly-placed opening allowed him to spot Tryphon where before, he'd been too busy with his nose down at the water skimming along to take proper notice. Jarilo gave a little yap at him, and began plodding through the creek towards the older male he was long since comfortable noticing around; nevermind the 'hunt' for a half-second as he curiously eyeballed the sentinel. "Hey! What d'ya see?" he asked, and to prove he hadn't forgotten about the main task: "Any frogs?"