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It was not often that his cat chose to wander off and rarer still was it for him not to follow -- although that defeated the whole point of said cat wandering off -- which was what he had decided to do today. He had been watching a swan at first and then had found his interest caught by a watersnake. And so he had let his cat go. Only to end up trying to follow the snake.

He thought he'd done a very admirable job of following the snake. He had trailed after it much like a curious puppy and for once he hadn't lost it. It had however found itself a meal and that task hadn't left much desire to watch. The buck had lifted his head to get a sense of where he might be and found that, as usual, he hadn't a single idea. So he had turned left and wandered.

The sun had barely been peeking through the branches of the swamp's trees but it was shining fiercely now. It made him rather long that his cat would turn up. He could stand still but for the life of him, he found himself unable to. Oh well, cat would find him. He was sure of it. Even so, in a soft voice he whispered, "Cat, if you could hurry..."

With a shuffle of hooves, moving without moving, the buck tried to wait. It was very dull standing, even as his eyes moved around to find something interesting there was nothing evident from his spot to focus on. His tail began to sway to and fro; his mind began to wonder away from the idea of staying in one place.

He took a step forward, deciding that it didn't much matter because cat would find him eventually, only to hear a voice call out. He stopped and tilted his head. That was not cat and he was mostly sure it wasn't himself either. He could not make out any figure and merely turned his head towards the voice. The breeze that shuffled the leaves was hard to ignore but he managed.

"Am I lost," he repeated, more to remind himself of what was being asked than anything. "The answer to that always seems to be yes. At least no more than usual," he smiled; surely that was an accomplishment somewhere.

"And you," his brow furrowed, what did one call a voice with hidden body or none at all? There was only one answer. "Do you mind if I call you Frog?" He didn't wait for a reply, merely went on his way, "Are you lost, too?"