Moonspear looking for an avenue to simply appear

It was attempt after attempt, his efforts all in vain. He had captured one once, only to have it spring away off his tongue before he could have ground it into a disgusting paste between needle-teeth. It should have been a deterrent then, but it had emboldened him to keep going. He was certain @Alya had passed by him in the grasses at one point, a dark shade glimmering with raindrops; her presence had given him pause, but she only seemed to be busy accounting for her sister’s brood rather than chiding him entirely for crawling along in the mud.

So he didn’t think much of it when someone else came sliding up alongside of him, until he realized that the figure beside him did not quite match up to what he had imagined, and she did not certainly sound like the rotating cast of faces and figures he was better acquainted with. Altair shuffled away slightly to the side as though they needed the space, but his shyness ended swiftly when her words hit home.

“A secret,” he said, more to himself. His nose quivered in wonder.

“What’s the secret?”