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

Lysanias couldn't help the sigh that came from his throat as his father regarded him and told him what he caught was wrong, with a shake of his head he turned around and left his catch behind. Head hanging low as he trudged onward, searching for yet another trail to follow. Mud slowly began to cake to his paws and lower legs, and as he drew closer to the river it only became thicker and harder for his small legs to navigate through.

Dual colored eyes searched for any movement in his surroundings, narrowing upon a green mass. Instantaneously his body lowered, hunkering down as he prepared to spring forward and capture this incredibly small creature in his mouth. He could only hope that this weird thing was a frog, it was small and appeared to be slimy and a part of him was not keen on digging his teeth into it's flesh.

As he found his opening as the frog turned away from him he launched forward, closing the distance with a leap. He hits his mark, teeth burrowing into the flesh of the still-wiggling frog even though it is now dead. One brow furrowed as he questioned the movement, giving it a solid shake to make it stop. Then he prowled back to his brute of a father, dropping the much more manageably sized creature at his feet. "Is this what you wanted me to get?" His voice came out brash and slightly demanding, brow lifting on his face as he looked up at his father. While he wasn't exactly a rebellious son, it was clear he did not care for praise or even disapproval.