Moonspear beating wings they whisper, a baby's breath

Before his chuff rings out over the water, something disturbs the balance, and the creature--a frog?--splashes away, leaving the boy empty-jawed and frustrated. This anger quickly turns to intrigue as the dark pup notices him, bright eyes raking over the unfamiliar form. "Bad luck, bachgen," Llewellyn says in sympathy, nodding toward the opposite bank. "You'll get him next time."

He tilts his head, smiling down at the child. "My name is Llewellyn. I'm new to your pack." The prince delicately dips a toe in the water, testing it. Cool and clear, like any mountain spring should be. "What's your name, lad?" Llewellyn thinks he must be a sibling to the other pups he has seen on the mountain, seeing that the only breeding pair he knows of is Charon and his wife. Still, stranger things have happened.