Frogspawn Swamp Frog prince

Elfie is not entirely alone, Wraen is in the background.

When Wraen had first offered Elfie to go out for a hunt, he had been very excited. He had known for a while now that he was a grown up boy, who had much more common sense and general intelligence than his younger uncles and aunts. And along with his ego, his thirst for adventures had grown and they were suffering under Eljay's protective measures. He had thought that now he would show them, how good and independent he was, when he would bring a whole rabbit... no! ... a whole deer back home all taken down by himself!

Imagine his disappointment that Wraen had had no inclination to after the big guys and that even the smallest of prey, which he had scorned in the beginning, had no wish at all to become his meal. Anyone's meal for that matter. The first failures and mishaps, while learning the valuable trade, humbled his aspirations and general attitude to the adults. With something new to focus on and practice, he had less time to be a pain-in-the-ass to his father or anyone else for that matter. 

Wraen had told him that the small game were the true salt of the earth, though he refused to believe her. He thought that with time and tons and tons of practice and, of course, when he was taller and just as a tank as Colt was, he would take that deer down. All by himself. For now, however, he worked on food sources that matched his current skill-set and size. Yet again - as stupid frogs looked - they were not easy to catch. They had a developed sense of survival just the same way as everyone else did.

With his mentor hunting the same prey in the vicinity and being annoyingly more successful than the pupil, Elfie crouched, sneaked up on, pounced, splashed and repeated the whole process again. Once focused - he would not get bored easily.