Bearclaw Valley They grow into adults, and become dangerous things

He pulled his puckered lips back over his teeth and followed his mother's lingering gaze first to the water, then the hill. Each had their benefits. He already knew from experience that walking up hills took more effort and energy, but his time spent in the water was limited in comparison. He knew he would tire quickly on a hill, but water didn't seem all that challenging. Unbeknownst to Aventus, it took many more muscles to swim than to climb.

Choosing what he thought was the easier option, he strode loftily into the water, ignoring the pull of his flank when he pranced through the shallows. With a wolfish grin adorning his slim muzzle and a high wave to his tail, he swept his narrow forepaw through the water and up, sending a playful spray of droplets in his mother's direction.