Moonspear everywhere i go, i feel you there

The more Gannet watched, the less it seemed the boy was having fun. But what he was doing looked like fun... and this didn't make sense. Why was he upset?

He slumped finally, thoroughly defeated, and Gannet thought only a moment before stepping forward, his stance friendly and open. With a hop he chose a puddle of his own and splashed down with two forefeet, sending a spray of mud across his forelegs and chest. A light grin leapt to his face as he did so, and his tail waved high behind. Perhaps he could entice the boy into a more fun version of what he had been doing.... it was worth a try at least!