Frost green eyes remain trained upon the puddle of water before him, more a small pond really and yet the child of ebony and shadow refuses to be moved, refuses to go around it, merely continuing to sit to the side of it as if sheer will power will outlast the forces of nature as rain begins to soak his dark pelt and drench each hair. The other puppy is still ignored, Gun’s head lifted to observe him as he played momentarily before all amusement seemed to leave him and his attention returned to the task at hand. The warmth of the den and his Mother side was a welcome embrace, one that this puddle had decided to prevent him from reaching and yet…to walk around it would be a yield of sorts, allowing the puddle a victory- the boy evidently not entirely aware of the lack of mental process of the puddle to understand the rules by which they played, his silver tipped head lifting once more as the other child spoke. There is a gap of several moments in which there is little but the rain to be heard, the son of Tobias and Tick Tock continuing to stare blankly at the other boy as if the question truly required a deep sense of contemplation.

“Gunsynd.”

He offers at last, voice neither polite nor entirely impolite, his name simply stated with a nod of his head in that high and boyish voice that was several years from breaking still. He leaves the other boy to simply stare or return to playing with his frog, his own eyes of dark green again returned to the shinning surface of the water and the plan of sorts that had begun to develop in his otherwise often lazy mind. His plans however, are abruptly interrupted by the appearance of his equally shadow-hued sister as she lunge from the bushes to grasp and leap at the frog, spraying water all about as she does- the other boy seeming to understand this game as he bows down in play and truly Gunsynd has no issue with leaving them to busy themselves while he remains seated. When Calliel slaps the dead frog against him however, his small eyes instantly narrow.

“Don’t.”

He can rarely be coerced into a game, his sibling surely aware of this by now, especially not a game involving a dead frog.

“He wants to play with you, play with him.”

The boys head gestures towards the other boy now, his puppyish growls and play bow surely enough to entice his overly energetic sister into some ridiculous form of rough and tumble exercise- the sort of which he himself had no desire to participate in. Why anyone would want to run, ever, he fails to understand. Exercise in any form was so….dull. He moves to stand, one paw batting at his sister I some vague semblance of play before he wanders closer to Contagion, moving to sit on the other side of the boy and return to his efforts at staring at the puddle.

“Don’t worry about Never, she’s just bossy, you play with her- she’ll warm up to you. If you do a good job of distracting her from me, I’ll be your friend.”

Something that might well have been a grin pulls his lips upwards before the expression falls from his face near as quick as it had come as his small tail curls back about his paws and he returns to attempting to wait out the rain.