Moonspear club can't handle me

Her ears had splayed back in the affections of Argent, returning the gesture and leaning into his shoulder as she watched Acrux and the weasel go round-and-round. Many times she had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from laughing at the mirthful scene, not wishing to interrupt the young boy's lesson in hunting. Tigiak, it seemed, knew what he was doing all along, and soon Acrux was prancing over to them, the weasel slipping away.

Tigiak has winded you! she said, smiling and pulling Acrux into a motherly hug. He was large now, the first edges of becoming a man beginning to show in his face. This realization tugged at her heart, and she looked to Argent with proud, glistening eyes.