Northstar Vale Astéria

The boy nodded his head in agreement.

Antigone saw no problem with helping his sister track and locate the frogs. The only issue came when he imagined pressing his paws to their slippery backs. The sensation that he pictured was not pleasant – it filled his stomach with unease. There would be no way that he could try to catch one. Frogs were shuffled to the list of untouchables in the boy’s mind.

Sniffing at the earth, the red-hooded child was overwhelmed with the scents that mingled with the dirt and muck. As they searched, the sounds of bugs grew louder and louder. Antigone’s ears swiveled around on his head, hunting for the sound of the frogs as their bodies struck the spring water.

They might be in the reeds, there, he motioned with his snout toward the tall stalks shooting from the spring.