The Valle cub had been chasing after the grasshopper, catching it in his paws gently before releasing it to keep up the game. It was a lot of fun, plus it meant he could practice doing big hops as he imitated the small green bug. They were old enough to have more freedom, at least within the territory and Khalon was reveling in the independence. Especially since it meant he could avoid some of his more rough and tumble siblings, not that he was above violence but he had already been on the receiving end of sharp teeth a couple times and had not enjoyed the experience.

Giggling as the grasshopper jumped through some tall grass, the laughter stopped when Khalon burst through the grass himself and came almost face to face with a snarl. Back peddling for a second, the changing eyes landed back on the bug and all notice of the snarl was forgotten. He had no reason to think the adults would bite him like his sister would, and therefor had no reason to think the snarl was meant for him.

Sinking back down into a bow, Khalon leapt at the grasshopper which was back in the dirt a foot or so away from grandpa. He caught it gently back underneath his front paws, a gleeful grin on his tawny face.