Boartusk Heights flow like a river

Two months was such an awkward age. Vincent's legs were growing much, much faster than the part of his brain that controlled coordination. Try as he might to emulate the graceful stride of his mother, every second step saw him tripping on his comically oversized paws, even causing him to fall flat on his face a couple of times. It was all terribly unbecoming of a prince.

Not that he was all too eager to be the exemplary standard of royalty just yet. Their handmaiden diligently worked to correct the fledglings' manners where necessary, but it would take a few weeks more for the lessons to really sink in.

The boy currently only had room in his mind for feeding, fighting, and flinging around this cool bone that I just found!

For the umpteenth time, Vincent tossed the play thing skywards, eagerly watching it spin through the air before it clattered loudly against the rocky ground a few feet away. The noisy game had stretched on all afternoon, scattering the birds that were roosting nearby, and there was no signs of it stopping anytime soon.