Stone Circle he made a little whiskey for himself, said it helped pass the time

lol! aaaaand KAAAAZOOOO

the treefrog -- unaware of the peril in the form of hungering, waiting jaws -- continued its horrisonant song. it was rough and croaked, and riley tilted his head this way and that, those flat eyes dancing with a rare lighted interest.

he resolved to eat it: that much was clear -- but whether or not he had the wherewithal to make such consumption happen remained unclear. a frustrated growl sounded from his lips, announcing that the tiny pugilist had reached the end of his rope in terms of weighted patience.

it was not riley that noticed west first, but the lime-green little frog: it heard the oncoming steps of a predator, and in that leggy way frogs oft do, had limbed from wall-lettuce to a nearby arm of thistle in a flash. incredulous by the prey's deft motion, riley instinctively lunged after it.. but the frog was long gone, likely alighted on some far reaching grove out of riley's detection.

after thrashing bullishly through the wall lettuce and thistle, riley peered up at the older puppy with a look of wariness; a quiet rumble of disapproval sounding in his throat. was this a friend, or also a stranger? he could not tell, and so, was on the defensive in the way insecure puppies often are.