Swiftcurrent Creek Palindrome

Arlette watched her son. It was always a delight to see their personalities come out. Clearly her son was not fearful, and why should he be? He had never had anything to be fearful off. She watched as he stepped forward out into the world, taking it all in with every step. She watched him proudly. She could see Arric in him, clearly yes, the dark fur and the white circle, but also in the way he took this on. The mother moved out of the den after him, just to keep an eye on things. She doubted he would go too far, but if he did she would be there to guide him home, to his family.

She pulled herself out of the den and couldn't help but stretch her limbs. The mother let out a low groan, she was getting a little stiffer. Perhaps her age. With a quick shake of her fur, her attention was back on her son. Not sure if he was still so focussed on his surroundings that he was still unaware of her presence, or if by making a sound she had gained his attention.