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Tryan's eyes widened slightly in surprise as a small body collided with his and turned to look at the child. He didn't understand the gesture, but he shifted his weight to one side so he could lift one of his toe-fingers to his beak to mimic the boy. He couldn't hold the position long though and dropped back down. He gathered from watching the other children scurrying away, that they were meant to be hiding. He was all bit out in the open being the size he was, but he lifted his wing and scooped his 'partner' up next to him. No one would find him there. It was a little hot being bundled up next to Tryan's side, but there was plenty of airflow and the boy would be able to peak out past Tryan's 'arm.'

Tryan jumped a little when poked, and his head shot up, ears erect to stare at his finder. Jumping up, he obediently followed him to the gathering place. When it came time to disperse once more, he just stood and looked around, having a hard time deciding what to do until he heard his name attached to the command to come. As happy as can be he ran after the pup. He tilted his head as he watched the young one struggling with the basket and gave him a boost with his head. Once safely conceled, Tryan hid behind the basket, curling up tight, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Tryan's head popped up when he heard his name, which of course defeated the purpose of the game, even if his tail had already been spotted. He gave them one of his characteriscly toothy, gape-grins and hopped up to follow them. They may have been losing interest, but it was virtually impossible to bore Tryan. He was perfectly content to follow them around wherever they went even if all they did was amble around aimlessly. He did notice when they began to grow bored, but didn't recognize it as boredom. After having so much energy he worried that they were, perhaps, growing ill, or hungery. He went around checking on each of them, nosing them and sniffing them and messing up their hair and clothes as he searched for clues. He even licked a few - or most - of them somewhere - on the face, the arm, the foot, the back of a neck, wherever it fancied him that he might find out if they were okay. Finally he decided that he couldn't do anything about ill, but he could do plenty about hungry, so he galavanted off into the woods to solve the problem. Or try to anyway.

Tryan returned perhaps twenty minutes later, bounding through the brush with much crashing and twig snapping. Two squirrels hung from his beak by their tails, and a rabbit by a back paw. All of them were squirming. How he'd managed to catch all three, keep them alive and get them all in his beak at the same time was a mystery. He skidded to a half by the children and tossed the stunned critters in the middle, holding his head high, ears perked straight up and panting to catch his breath. Everything about him screamed for approval. 'See?! Look what I did! Now you won't be hungry! Do you like it?!' His tail swished back and forth in an approximation of a wagging tail, something he'd observed others in the village doing.

This was not how this was supposed to go! Tryan spun around in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on. The adults' reactions were the most consistent, and really the only opinions that really mattered, and since none of them seemed particularly pleased, Tryan's enthusiasm was absolutely decimated. As soon as he began to realize things weren't all well in the world, his demeanor began to change very quickly to a whole range of negatives. His ears flattened against his skull and he hunkered down in a crouch, tail wrapped tightly around his feet. He tucked all his limbs in tight and kept his head low as he observed the chaos for several moments before creeping off.