Lost Creek Hollow Framed! Art joke. Continue.

they were certainly too young to really be capable of catching many things other than bugs or half-dead creatures that were on their last legs. aengus was still thrilled with the idea of going on an excursion with ashlar and finding something that he could try to wrestle with. what better thing could they have possibly done together? the young frostfur knew that he’d have never gotten his sister to do anything of the sort. that was why ashlar was his best bud.
 
“let’s go over here!” aengus cheered and jetted off in the direction that spoke to him. his stubby legs did not move very fast, and he wobbled a bit as he attempted to sprint, but he was still able to keep a decent enough pace. only a few seconds into their harrowing journey and aengus’ tongue was lolling from the corner of his mouth.
 
there was a small stream that ran through the area. aengus could hear the water trickling, and he imagined that there would be frogs everywhere in the water. he knew that they were slippery, and he couldn’t think of how else they’d get that way aside from getting super wet. “maybe here, ash!” aengus called to his friend, slowing to a plodding trot.