It was hard not to hear whoever it was approaching behind him but today the wind was against him, it blew away the scent that approached. Jasper didn't bother turning his head to see who it was though and instead continued to stare down the water. His weapon hadn't worked, which was an unfortunate turn of events. The de le Poer boy took to shivering, hands grasping the sides of his arms where they were folded, as if it might bring some sudden warmth. What brought that warmth though, it wasn't his hands at all. He was covered suddenly, right over the top of his head, and a muffled voice soon followed. He knew who it was now and wasn't sure whether he should be thankful or embarrassed. Hands released from his arms and one came up to pull the bear skin off of his head, positioning it around himself. Ears flattened then and in a rather gloomy tone, he answered his father. "Yes." He wasn't all that skilled at sarcasm, it sounded much more bland than anything, and the boy pouted. "I was tryin' to fish." He finally came clean, turning two toned eyes away from the water finally. He turned his head, taking a glance toward the larger male, frowning. "And it didn't work." Which was obvious by the fact that he was wet and the remains of his weapon were half sticking out of the water and the other half floating on the top of the lake. |