Verdigris Ravine grit

At five months old, there was little Gaara could offer in the ways of battle. Yet now that he was no longer confined to a den, the boy would shadow his father as far off as he were allowed before being corralled by his mother back into the safety of the borders. 

Today was no different, though smarts and a quick learner, Gaara knew best to keep at a safe distance. He growls and yowls, snapping and posturing, but the boy was all talk and no action. At least, for now.