Moonspear beating wings they whisper, a baby's breath

indeed, a pall of disappointment overcame the dark cub, who watched the bobbling water mournfully. when he looked up, he caught the warmth of llewellyn's gaze -- how artfully the guardian hid his disappointment, if he had any -- for arcturus felt slightly encouraged in wake of his defeat. llewellyn was a master orator, and the boy listened with a flick of his ear and his gaze faithful.

he managed a small half-hearted smile in response, but did not attempt again.

no -- that was enough frog-bobbing for the day; arcturus' heart couldn't handle another demoralizing blow. slipping downwards so his belly scraped the sand, arcturus blew bubbles with his snout underwater, thoroughly done with the frog-hunting game.