Bearclaw Valley No, child, you cannot have grenades or assault rifles in the classroom

Aventus' ploy was working. The boy scrutinized his mother carefully and saw no indication that she knew he was still moving. Good, good. He failed to spot all the little signs that she was, in fact, watching him just as closely as he was her, and so he continued creeping his paw forward, then anchored it in the dirt.

That was all it took for him to feel like he'd won. Without warning, the inky child flung himself into a haphazard gallop, hoping to capitalize on his mother's surprise without ever realizing that she was ready for this. He thought he'd be long gone before she recovered from her shock at how clever he was.