Bearclaw Valley They grow into adults, and become dangerous things

A slender ear flipped automatically back at the sound of his mother's voice behind him, but Aventus bent to drink first, clearing the cobwebs from his mouth in three quick gulps. Satisfied, he swiped his tongue over his chops and straightened, turning to his mother with an inquisitive tilt of his head. His tail lifted a little to swing in tandem with hers.

Was she here to begin training him? His ribs were doing a lot better and there was less risk of re-injury now, so it seemed as good a time as any to start. He definitely couldn't do anything as intensive as sparring yet, but there was more to training and even fighting than just throwing punches at each other. This question he communicated in silence by lifting his lip a little, letting the tips of his teeth peek out in a tentative grimace, while he slashed his tail twice through the air.