When night fell, Leaper took the branch he used to hunt birds and mice, then swam to the other side and scouted out the new territory. Even as the head of the pond he didn't come here much; swimming with his one good leg was slow and cumbersome. He set out his web and took up position below a large lily pad. This was much more risky. If the bird saw him, it would snap him up as easily as it would eat a tadpole.
"What are you doing here?" Hopper floated over to Leaper. "Aren't you content with ruling the pond, must you hunt my territory too?"
"How much hunting have you done since the herons arrived?" Leaper paddled until he looked the other frog in the eye.
"Not enough." Hopper's eye took on a predatory gleam. "You aren't as scary in the water."
Leaper swung his branch until it just touched Hopper below the eye.
"I don't want to eat you, it would slow me down. I'm after bigger prey."