It was quite a jaunt for the little boy, to go all the way out to Rabbit Lake, but he didn't even notice that there was so much distance falling beneath his floppy paws. The time seemed to go by in an instant, measured only by the rapid flick of the dragonfly's wings. He followed it faithfully, his paws almost subconsciously moving around any obstacle that might be in his path. He knew that Urma was close by, and was glad because otherwise he might not be able to follow the dragonfly all the way to the lake. The boy was getting bigger, but he still wasn't quite big enough to go too far on his own. Places like the lake could be dangerous, as well, and he wouldn't want to fall in while he was alone or with his sisters because he still didn't know how to swim. And there were no bugs to watch, or so he thought, on the bottom of the lake.
When the dragonfly started its steep descent upward, Gotham followed it with his eyes the best he could. He stopped his trot, and gradually lowered himself back onto his haunches as he craned his head up to watch the little bug disappear. It swung itself in front of the sun, and Gotham, so caught up in its shimmery flight, followed it there. As the bright light became unbearable, though, he immediately drew his head back and looked at the ground. Little funny purple things were floating around in the grass. The boy closed his eyes tightly, to wash them away, but that only seemed to make them stronger. On top of that, he felt slightly dizzy and, of course, sad that he had let his little friend escape.
Urma was quick to cheer him up by presenting a very optimistic interpretation of the dragonfly's sudden departure. The translucent purple things that had been floating in Gotham's vision were starting to fade, and the boy turned his gaze up to the lake. Looking over it briefly - he had seen it from a distance, but had never been this close before - he smiled a little at the female's words, and turned back to her. It would be rude if they didn't introduce themselves! The dragonfly had shown the two wolves where they lived, but maybe it was too shy to actually bring out the family. Gotham could understand that. "Yus!" he replied excitedly, his tail thwomping back and forth in the air.
The female instigated a race, and as the boy saw her move quickly he started to bound forward, carried by the energy of his own excitement. After her first few fast steps were over, the pup pulled in front of her, galloping through the grass with his tongue lolling from his mouth. The race and his desire to win it were quickly lost from his mind, though he kept running as fast as he could. His eyes were set on the reeds that rimmed the lake, the dense areas of vegetation that would be a haven to many insects. Gotham heeded Urma's warning and slowed rapidly as he approached. The pup was aware of the marshy edge, though his eyes were more interested in looking for places that the dragonflies might be, and was subconsciously careful not to step in the muck.
His running ceased and his breath still heaving in his chest, the boy took a few slow, curious steps toward a particularly dense patch of reeds. Wagging his tail, he tentatively sniffed the outermost plants before thrusting his entire head inside and crying out, "Helwoahhh dragonflies! I'm Gawthum!" His face was immediately filled with little bugs that swarmed upwards, and he pulled his head out and shook it before plunging it back in. It was hard to see any dragonflies at all in the dense, tall grasses, but he pulled his head out again and was quite pleased to see four of them lift out into the air. With a squeal of excitement - so many dragonflies in just this little patch! - he turned back to Urma to let her see the sheer awe that was welling up inside of him.