Moonspear measuring a summer's day

He had not heard her approach, and gave a jolt of a start when he realized his mother's presence. This allowed Tryphon to slid away from his immediate attentions, and the steely-furred boy's ears fell at her comments. "I know," he huffed, looking for a half-second like he considered a more indignant remark, but he flicked his ears and swallowed it down for now. "The water is nice, though.." he tried to justify in a quieter voice, and started to head closer to her to regroup on the frog mission, since evidently that wasn't heading anywhere right now.

Jarilo moved from the waters, this time much more carefully, but he saw that some ripples just couldn't be avoided. He was still trying to understand exactly what she had meant by that.. although he was able to pick up the overall message of it: be quiet, and not make so much commotion—no one, nature included, really appreciated that. It was a place for him to start and maybe he might understand the rest at once. He could not say if that would be happening right now, though. He just wanted to stay busy.

He pulled himself ashore and went to bump his snout beneath his mama's chin. "Where does it come from? The creek?" He peered upstream with a concentrated look on. "Papa says they go to the ocean."