Bearclaw Valley mini explorer

Kove kept a close eye on the child, observing his movements and the way he went about delivering his assault unto the elder’s paws. Every now and again he would chuckle, finding the boy's actions to be rather humorous. He certainly possessed plenty of energy. During one of the final few hits, the Inuit stood and then lowered himself into a play bow, tail fanning the air behind him. “C’mon, Leo,” he encouraged, offering up a grin to the boy. “Show me the best you’ve got.” The kid had potential, that was for sure, but he wanted to see just how far he would go. Would he take the opportunity that had been laid out right in front of him, or continue with his attack on the elder’s legs? The man waited patiently, watching the lion child to see what he planned on doing. Though the boy was not his own, he could not help but feel some sense of pride towards him. As crazy as he was, the kid possessed talent that, if molded correctly, could turn him into a great warrior someday. He could only hope that his actual son would assist the younger, and eventually fight alongside him, rather than torment him his whole life. Wishful thinking, really.