He rolled to his paws, shaking his coat quickly to rid of the dry needles that had sunk into it's wiry texture. He did not need those jabbing into him later, and though he would not admit to it, he liked to appear somewhat clean. He tossed his snout with an faintly amused snort at himself. He really needed to see what this thing was, and trying to pounce on it was not working. He just couldn't operate his legs to snatch the thing with his paws nor his teeth. It was driving him insane. It had four legs, but it was -what had mother called it- gareen? Something like that, as it matched the grass, and the tips of the trees. What the lad did not understand was it's eyes. They were huge, round, and bulging. Why? Why? Why? Did it make it see better? He tipped his snout to the side, trotting behind the naked creature as it hopped further along.

"No!" He barked at it, demanding for it to stop. He forced his thick, wobbly limbs to hurry, stepping out around, in front of it. "Can, weave," he said, his darkening brows knit in a deep scowl as he lowered his head to the poor frog. He had every means to stop it, and for a few moments the frog did not really know what to do,certain if he moved it may be his last. Renier half smiled, and decided to take a sniff. When he brought his black nose to the green skin, it was sticky! His nose stuck for a second. He panicked immediately withdrawing from it, while lifting a limb to brush off the weird goo. "Hey! Nuh, uh," he scolded the frog, while shaking his head. It shouldn't do that.

The frog looked at him with it's huge eyes, which would flicker to the side of the wolf cub. It needed to escape, this time it was more afraid if it jumped it would be caught in teeth. Renier was soon distracted by a high trickling laugh. Who was laughing at him? His brows dipped downward, and he shot his head upward to see. He was most surprised to see Sibyl, though he did not remember it to be her name. The sight of her, her scent were the same though, and his tail half flicked in response when she called to him. If she would have continued to laugh he would have had to told her to stop, she did not. She came closer, inspecting his latest discovery.

"Just what have you found here?" The lad had no idea what he was to say. His brows deepened in tighter lines of his thought. Mother nor Father had ever told him what this was suppose to be, and this was his first encounter. It was not in Renier to say I don't know, so he thought, and then it came to him. His, now green eyes (working on changing to gold one day) widening he tipped his head up toward the lady. "Gareen," he smoothly answered with his tail wiggly behind his fuzzy haunches. It was "green", that had to be right to a point didn't it?

It would be than the frog would attempt it's escape. The large wolf could eat him, and he was not sticking around to wait. So he jumped, and he jumped and he jumped trying to make it to the distance stream. The young Lyall would catch the green flash, and cry out, "No! Come 'ere!" Turning on his stubby legs to attempt to catch the creature.

He would have no idea he had given her something to think about. He had stated it perfectly, and did not see where another question would be at all. A single brow half lifted at her simple statement as if she was a few geese short of a v. Had he not just told her it was green? There was little time to say what was on his mind, or even think about it more. His green thing was getting away!

Paws pounded hard against the ground, if by pushing them harder he may pick up more speed. He hated how Sibyl so easily caught him, and he could not go as smoothly. His frustrations could not be revealed, every ounce of his energy was in catching that frog. He drove himself faster, shifting into at least one quicker gear. His little face scrunched up in determination. He was too far away, than he noticed Sibyl had blocked it's path. He slid to a stop, ready to jump on the amphibian. The frog reared to the left, and Renier pounced on empty air. "My frog!" He yelled, at the same time struggling to make a stand. It was too late, he could not see the frog, and he hung his head in defeat. "Frog," he quietly whispered, wishing it would come back. The frog continued hopping, fast and far to Jasper Rocks where it hoped to find safety.

The boy turned, looking to Sibyl. What was he suppose to do now?

Life was full of disappointments, and Renier would have to learn the hard way as everyone else did. Sometimes your frog just got away, and there was nothing you could do about it. Her smile comforted him a little, but he could not smile back. He did not understand why the frog had to run off. He stiffly bobbed his head at her answer, but could not draw his faded blue eyes from looking at her, as much as he wanted to shield his disappointed face. The boy had no idea what to do now, and was very hopeful she would. She certainly had proved she could hang around pups when they had first met. Dark brown head cocked to the side, his ears cupped forward in wait. He could go find Ryvet, or Taima. They were only back by the den playing, Mom checking in now and again when she was trying to get them something to eat.

He half struggled to simple waddle back to where he probably should be, where no one would have to fret over him. She suddenly invited him on a walk. His little eyes lit up, his wormy tail wiggling, and he let out a happy yap. Of coarse he would love to go! He bobbed his head in yes to her first question, and shook it no to her second. He had not been very far recently. They were allowed around the den, and even where he was he was certain he would be scolded for. Then to his horror she asked about that. His eyes shifted downward to shield them from her own. "Um.." He gulped back, not sure what to say. He wasn't sure how to lie, and even if he did he would not know what to say...how to sound convincing. "No," he finally let out in a pent up breath. He should not be out here, but he so badly wanted to explore with Sybil.

He tipped his nose up,"Momma said stay by den, but I...I find frog." His head cast back down, almost in shame. He rarely understood why his parents worried so much. He did not ever see what they were afraid of. "But..um we walk back?" He said, looking at her hopeful again. He wasn't sure how to get back at the moment any way.

The shame he felt he could not name but, it lifted when seeing her gentle smile. He kinda thought she was a softie, but he had not expected the reaction. Surely, he should be scolded and taken back. She took in his words, his idea, and his gray eyes widened in surprised. He could not believe what he was hearing. "Okay," he murmured back, quite happy to not only not anger his mother, but have some one for company. Much as he cared for his siblings and parents, new faces, new adventures were, lets face it, more exciting. The frog was forgotten and he jumped to his paws, taking a step forward. She easily out walked him, and he scurried faster to keep up with her longer strides. He couldn't wait till his legs grew longer, as he was often assured they would.

Paying little attention to where they were walking, he kept his chill titled up, and his eyes on her more golden coat. "Why you that color?" He asked, his eyes narrowing from the brightness of the sun that loomed above the trees. He had never understood why wolves were different colors. Taima and him were sorta the same, while Ryvet and Calla were much more alike. He realized they took after their parents, but did everybody? Did it depend where they lived? Or what order they were born? He did not once think it was rude, or unnecessary to ask. He thought it was pretty grown up to try to talk. He usually had not cared too, but he was getting better at it.

He half-stopped when her creamy muzzle cast down toward him, and his ears shrank back out of mere instinct. She still did not scold, but offered some sound advice. His nose. Oh yes! That was right! He just, well he was still trying to figure it out. It was so confusing, there was a lot of smells, and a lot he wanted to follow. He put two and two together. "Like momma? And you?" He inquired, he could recall their scents when he took the time. What did home smell like? His brow crinkled in thought, and he decided he should just ask. "Home smell like that?"