She wandered towards the creek, which wasn't too far from the den.
She'd told @Arwen and @Leshen to stay by the den whilst she scouted the route, making sure there were no lurking coyotes or anything.

A small child sat by the creek. Older than her brood, perhaps the same as Serem's. 
She advanced as it launched after something wriggling in the water. She smiled, tail waving softly.
But as the pup came up, it's grisly face was visible to her.
"What happened to you, eh?" 
Where was its mother? Who was its mother?

Vanity didn't know shit about the other pups in these woods yet, but she knew Serem had two, and knew there was a pup or two missing. This was her pack, but if a Mother couldn't look after her children...or if they didn't have one then they wouldn't have a Father either. 

He swore, which Vanity was not against in any sense because he'd learn all the words one day. Seemingly in Spanish and Common.
Some cat, eh. She'd heard there was a lynx attack, but not that some child was attacked.
"Pobrecito," she mused.
However the matter was not hers to deal with - at least not yet - and this kid wasn't sick.

"The fish can see you on the bank," she advised him, "Stand in the water, Estate quieto​."

She moved into the water, downstream from him to ensure he wasn't swept away.
"I'm not a fisher, but I might get one," she'd feed this kid. He was pack, and too young.
"¿Dónde está tu madre?"

Gone.
The word that resounded through the moment's silence. He was alone, and it seemed like Serem had taken him in, but he doesn't look too enthusiastic about his adoption.

A silver fish flicked through her vision and she dove down onto it, jaws clamping around it.
However with a mighty flick of it's tail, it released itself with a trail of red staining the water.
This wasn't working.

"Come, I'll get you something easier."
She headed in the direction of a cache.
"You can stay with me if you want. I have two of my own." That way she wouldn't feel so anxious about leaving them. And they could train together.
"I'll train you the best I can, I can fight and hunt, and know a little about other crap," she could try her best with the kid. She led him through the forest.
"Today, I can spar with you, another day, I can hunt with you."She preferred deer, but small stuff would be ok to teach him for now.
"Tu elección,"

He agreed, which shouldn't've surprised Vanity but did nonetheless.
He wasn't stupid, but perhaps ahead of himself.
"If you were a good fighter, your face wouldn't be fucked," she chatsised, "we can improve both."

If her words pissed him off, he wouldn't do well being her Ward.
She'd treat her young exactly the same. She loved them with all her heart though, and would probably care if she hurt them. She she also wanted to harden them, make them a forbidable pair.
She would be glad when they could fend for themselves, but hoped they wouldn't leave her.

"Vanity," she replied after he gave his name.
"You'll grow out of that feeling, and if you don't then I guess you'll have to chuck up on an adversory." She smirked at the thought of this kid havin ghis food snatched and him just throwing up on the others head. She would unashamedly laugh at that.

She snorted, a soft chuckle escaping too.
It seems like she was right again.
She wouldn't taunt him any further, the kid seemed pissy anyway and didn't need a random bitch having a go.

He seemed sufficiently filled and backed up, her head tilting, then dipping her chin.
His tail lashed high, casing for a spar.
Despite his protests of feeling sick after just eating, it seemed like his decision.
"When fighting, chin tucked, ears flat," she gave him a second to adjust his position appropriately before lunging at him, snapping towards his ears.

If his ears were still pricked up, she'd take hold of one.

She released him after his short exclamation of pain - or shock.
His paws swung for her and she almost laughed, but no.
She backed up a few steps after his nails raked across her chest, just scratching her skin.

"You're not the lynx that fucked you up, you don't have claws,"
she moved around him, tucking her chin in demonstration. Not touching her chest, but it came below her neck and if attacked, her teeth would meet teeth.
"You can use your nails when you're on your back, kick up at their belly, aim for the eyes with your forepaws."
She waited for him to adjust his position to face her and follow her former instruction.

"Again, except attack with your teeth."
A second for him to process her instructions, and she pounced again.

His question was good progress.
Quick thinking and quick learning.
"Yes," she replied, "I've never seen a position better!" she grinned. Complimenting children helped them learn quicker and they didn't get discouraged as easily.

As she moved in to attack, his jaws flung up at her like a venus flytrap, catching her lip.
Sharp teeth dug into it, but it was ok. Though the pain was sharp and unexpected, she resisted the urge to yank her head up.
After a moment, she pushed him off if he hadn't let go, and her praises came again.

"Very good, you've learnt a lot in a short time and you will be a good fighter, training is everything." She grinned, tail waving softly. She was already proud of this little chew-toy pup.

She nodded.
"Yeah, you haven't finished eating."
She brought him here to eat really like damn, she wasn't expecting much training.

Alas, this was where they were. She'd trained him all she could today, because she needed to get back to her children waiting patiently for her.
"Plus, Arwen and Leshen are waiting," she smiled softly, and left him to eat in peace.

"Keep practicing," she called back.