Just as @Tomen bopped his frog on the nose, Pip mouthed her own, gently holding it in her mouth where it squirmed and pressed against her tongue and teeth with its back legs. A nasty taste coated her tongue, causing the little female to immediately drop the frog in favor of making a disgusted face. She licked at her lips continuously as foam began to form in earnest at the corners of her mouth. As there was plenty of it available, the sea wolf began to lap at the water at her paws, rinsing the nasty taste away.

When only the barest of bitterness lingered, she lifted her head to address his question. Frog Creek was a suitable name! She chirped her approval, eyes falling back to her frog who now crawled sedately away from her, seemingly unworried that she'd make a go for him again. He was very right. The sound was met by the croaking and chirping of other frogs in the area, drawing Pip's ears forward with interest. Cocking her head, she chirped again experimentally and was rewarded when the chorus began again. Her nose crinkled with amusement, glittering eyes smiling at Tomen in shared laughter. Pip continued her short chirps in encouragement for her new amphibian choir until she moved to dance around her packmate in excitement. Did he hear?! Did he hear them? It was so fun! He should try, too!

Only a truly keen observer would have noticed the way Pip's dancing became more of a nervous skittering when @Tomen unexpectedly bounded forward to join in her joy. Covering it well, she smiled and continued on playfully without missing another beat when it was clear he hadn't intended to frighten her. His bright personality did well to reassure her and she beamed as he then declared the place as Frog Chirp Creek after her own chirping.

Pip blinked with surprise when the younger boy kissed her nose sweetly before darting away. She licked her own nose in response, her face feeling hot with embarrassment beneath her fur. She'd never been kissed by someone who wasn't related or in comfort before. Yvly and Veho had of course given her kisses, but it was different. Any embarrassment fell away as Tomen offered a chirp of his own. The little female's chest shook with silent laughter and delight as the frogs responded in kind, though the deeper croaks of bull frogs seemed more enticed by his call than her own.

With wagging tails, the pair continued their playful romp until the sky had grown colorful with sunset, painting the forest around them in a soft light. Though she hated to cut the fun day short, they really ought to get back to the den. The others would be worried!