Nova Peak children of the wild ones

Kaskara didn't notice him, but this didn't stop Pasha. He moved on past her tail, somehow not stepping on it like he had poor Allure. Though the bickering over the bone gained his attention for a split-second, he didn't see the opportunity he wanted there. Instead he pawed at his aunt's side, pressing his little foot against her flank insistently.

Of course, being in closer to her and his father both gave him the opportunity to hear what the adults were saying and well, he wasn't sure what to make of that either. Something about trades, which at that present point in time didn't mean much to Pasha. He had the faintest of ideas of what warriors and wardens were — no doubt from passing conversations or stories — but they didn't matter to him.

Not yet, anyway.