Lion Head Mesa I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke

tavina looked at him. she did not answer, but lifted a paw to rap the back of his foot, behind his claws. "are you able to feel that?" surely, yes; she had seen him stand and walk. however part of her skill was education, whatever form it gave itself.

"you could lean against the wall and walk now," tavina said candidly. her eyes flicked to his face. "without aid? four weeks, and that is practicing most days."