Duck Lake batrachophobia

He made a good point, though Vilhelm wholeheartedly disagreed. Nevertheless, his tail beat a steady slap slap slap into the lake as the stranger drew closer. At the suggestion to hunt in the meadow, the wolf shook his head violently, sending droplets arcing in every direction.

"Nej, flowers ah - not good. Make skin feel like many ants," a grimace, followed by a grin. That was the whole point of coming to the lake! Though, he supposed, his new friend wouldn't have known that.

A flick of his tail as his gaze scanned the surface. Frogspawn lay nestled amongst the pondweeds and, soon, more tiny frogs emerged from hiding. "Come, come!" he ushered quietly, "they are making babies!"