Blacktail Deer Plateau Kaer Morhen

Solveig was far more agile than she let on. Nazair watched her with growing admiration, following the swift motion of her paws, the clack of her fangs as she teased him. He was near manhood. He had grown into a strapping young figure with miles beneath his paws. Even though he had wandered, he knew better than to think that he might best the talent of his mother.

With a grin, the boy charged toward her. She moved to him, pouncing in a surprising turn of motion. Nazair wuffed a noise that reflected his surprise. The young man’s laugh filled the air next. Instead of connecting with his skillful warrior mother, he reared back on his hind legs and swung his large clawed paws toward her.

The weight of his body balanced on his hind legs, Nazair squatted a bit before using the momentum to push off. He gained a bit of air, leaping toward Solveig with an eager glint to his marigold gaze.