He was of a mind that did not stay in one place for too long, apt to multitasking and considering a multitude of thoughts at once. It was not that his attention span was too short, rather the opposite. His mind continually craved stimulation, always thinking ahead to possibilities or reflecting back upon something else. The plethora of thoughts that filled his mind was, perhaps, the reason that he was half a second behind Arthfael in noticing that the pale fish was resurfacing. His maw had just parted slightly in preparation to ask his companion that question that had come unbidden to his lips, when Arthfael launched forward and all of Viserion's senses came to attention as he stepped forward. A single paw submerged in the creek as his friend dove forward into the water with gusto. Wide golden eyes flashed to the dark gray jaws of Arthfael, only to see them come up empty. Viserion's tail waved back and forth as his ears momentarily drooped out to the side in disappointment before pricking forward once more. It was not the end of the world; the fish would probably not surface again after being attacked, but now they knew where the fish liked to feed. Maybe they could have someone teach them a bit about fishing and they could come back another day and catch him up.

Retracting his sodden paw, Viserion stepped back and sniffed out at Arthfael as he came out of the water. He looked a bit irritated with how his attempt to catch the fish had gone, but Viserion simply smiled and his tail waved back and forth. His question was caught up in his throat, begging to be asked, and perhaps it would offer the perfect distraction for Arthfael from his failed attempt at fishing. So Viserion asked about Arthfael's father with the ease of youth and the curiosity of his mind. His white fringed head tipped slightly to the side as his darker hued friend lounged before him. So he'd had a father that was around before, but wasn't now. From the sounds of it he might return someday, or at least that was what Arthfael wanted to happen. Viserion couldn't help but wonder if maybe Leonidas might return at some point. He knew nothing about why his sire wasn't on the mountain anymore, but he knew that someday his mother would share that information with him...when he was ready.

Straightening his head back up Viserion gave what he wanted to appear as a casual shrug. Like he didn't care. "I've never met him. He left Moladion before my siblings and I were born." His brows pulled together slightly, thinking about the fact that Arthfael wanted his dad to come back, but that emotion just didn't carry through for Viserion. Then again, he'd never met the guy. With the ease of the way his mind flowed from one topic to another, the subject of bats resurfaced once more and he grabbed hold of the thought and ran with it. "Come on, I'll show you a few cool spots on the mountain and we can come back at dusk to see if any bats fly out of here." Viserion gave an exuberant wave of his tail and then set off back towards the opening of the cave they'd entered through. This, it would seem, was the start of a wonderful friendship.