I Do What I Want!

Tri-colored eyes locked on his butterfly target, Amos leaped and hopped about, jumping high into the air and missing his quarry each time. Tiny jaws snapped on empty air, the boy descending and landing once more. This time he waited a little longer to jump, trying to focus and predict the insects erratic movements. With a 'fierce' growl he'd leap again, this time getting a mouthful of papery wings. When he landed Amos paused a moment, face slowly twisting from triumph to disgust. Spitting out the nasty bug and wiping his tongue off with a paw for good measure, he then shook out his dark fur hoping to rid himself entirely of the very memory of that icky thing.

Turning back towards the water, he thought he smelled something... weird. Frowning, the pup glanced around, unable to see much of anything over the grasses and reeds growing by the river due to his less than impressive height. Padding back into the water, he tromped about, following the shoreline and splashing the whole way with those great big puppy paws. When the smell connected to a creature, dark, damp, and seemingly made of skin and bones, the boy stopped in his tracks, eyes widening to a size most would not think possible. Continuing to eye the stranger for a bit, still not entirely convinced it was another wolf, much less that it was alive, Amos tried to discern whether the lump was a threat. His fur stood up along his spine, but still the boy held fast to his position in the water, calling out softly, "Are... are you okay?" uncertainty heavy in his voice but still no sign of real and true fear. He was curious, though ready to call for one of his parents at any moment.