Moonspear measuring a summer's day

She had heard the voices, namely Jarilo's, and after only catching one small fish for herself--and eating it immediately--she decided to round back and check on him. In prowling closer up along the edge of the creek, she saw Tryphon too, and nodded his way with a small chuff. If the boy was pestering him like he most likely was doing, she'd take him back from here to let the gold-faced male return to his sentry duty. "You probably scared all the easy ones off by now," she chided with a smirk when she heard the last bit of what Jarilo had said about not finding any frogs. "Being more mindful of your impact on the scenery should help. You splashed and rippled all the water, and made enough noise I could hear you from well over there just to start. No prey, or really anything, would wait to sit around and wait for that to come their way." As she detailed this, she pivoted towards the creek but didn't go so far as to wet her paws again.

"It is important to slow down and listen to nature: its ripples, instead of always your own." She dipped her nose to almost the water's surface, then withdrew with a careful look around, ears twitching and senses extending in thoughtful silence. Hopefully, this encouraged Jarilo to take her hint and do a bit of the same.. but she had a more difficult time judging him than some of her other puppies. He could phase between completely obnoxious and surprisingly keen when it suited him. It just depended on which one she was dealing with right here and now.