Moonspear beating wings they whisper, a baby's breath

he watched as dark bubbles rose to the surface, interrupting the thick water with fragile rims that rose and splattered along the water's surface. llewellyn arched his body and demonstrated perhaps the flaws in arcturus' approach -- sodden with water, the boy imitated the golden wolf's pose.

he was unaware of the distance emotionally put between them in the moments that followed. already the black cub was looking for his next frog -- and still held stiffly the pose instructed by llewellyn.

his gaze swept back to the male as he spoke, noticing the hoarseness in his voice. arcturus gave a silent nod, quick to train his attention back on the murkwater for any sign of frog-like disturbances.