Bearclaw Valley I thought we might play catch, or... I dunno

Of all her pups, Lucas was the most active one. He was always dancing through life, it seemed. But it wasn't just activity that set him apart; there was an overwhelming positivity about her chubbiest lil' cub that made Laurel somehow see the better sides of life, too. Whenever she was with her pups it was hard to think of all the shitty things in life. It was hard to think of anything but them and what they brought her.

As Laurel returned from a quick hunt with a scrawny half-eaten squirrel between her teeth -- the rest was for Indra -- she saw Lucas rolling about in the grass. The mom marched over to the den, speeding up her pace slightly and deposited the fresh food by the side of the den's entrance. "Are you busy practising your dance moves, Lucas?" she said with a grin and while licking her lips she moved in closer, intending to give him a good ole' belly-nuzzle once she reached him.