Moonspear measuring a summer's day

Everything seemed quiet. It was an idyllic day from what Tryphon could discern. The only break to his concentration came when the boy noticed him and, having drawn closer in a less-than-subtle way, Jarilo called out to him. Tryphon may have been watching the kids for a few weeks now, but he wasn't much of a sitter - he didn't know what to do around kids just yet. They had been too small and formless when he'd met them; now at least Jarilo was actively moving about. He could speak, he could run, he could hunt. But Tryphon wasn't sure if he should promote the boy's antics. What if something went wrong? What if he found a deep patch of water and drowned?

This sudden thought served to chill Tryphon; he wouldn't let that happen, ever.

Frogs? The boy responded finally, having realized he had been stuck in his own head and, effectively, ignoring Jarilo's question for too long. He made a show of looking to either side of his body, then squinting out at the water, but inevitably returned his attention to the child. In an effort to be silly - and get more interaction out of Jarilo - he said, what's that?