Duck Lake batrachophobia

"frog tastes like frog," ancelin countered, good-naturedly as his approach came with a swinging tail. rude as he might be, the young hunter had come to welcome moments of interaction with others.
the frog was gone. he eyed the water, then snapped the purple stare back to the man. "if you want chicken, we could just go hunt one in the meadow," the bearwolf grinned.