Oh, the devil take it, they're mongrels. No spots! No spots at all!

Honestly, Lysan was bored of this already, trailing after his father with a scowl on his face. And then they were brought near the edge of the damned dam and only then did his face tilt upwards to look at his father skeptically. He could only imagine why he had brought them here today. And as his father spoke his gaze only grew more questionable.

Did his father know nothing of pups? Did he not know he had to explain what a frog was, and also how to catch one?? Well, Lysan didn't care enough to ask. Honestly, he didn't really care if he did find a frog or not, but he'd much rather try then listen to his father talk about himself and his godhood. Bleh.

Lysanias walked away from his father and his sister with a sigh, nose to the ground as he tried to track anything. Soon enough a scent hit his nose that was rather musky. His eyesbrow's lowered in concentration as he stalked the trail, body pressing lower to the ground as he stalks his prey.

Soon a brown mass appears in his view, and he can only assume that it must be a frog. Yes, clearly that is a frog. He launches towards it, jaws wide open as he aims to bite at its neck. Jaws struggled to wrap around the prey that was almost the same size as him, but soon enough he felt a crunch as he crushed its throat. For a moment he wondered why his father would send them after something that had such dangerous-looking teeth, but then he shrugged his shoulders.

He grabbed ahold of its rather flat tail and began dragging it back to where his father was, it was quite a slow trip because of the darned like 20 pounds he was dragging with him but he was stubborn.