Bearclaw Valley You're so ambitious for a juvenile

"@Athella, darling," Ameline purred, singling out her lookalike daughter from the others. 

Each, in turn, would be called out for more and more one-on-one time with their mother. She would prune the others from these private meetings, promising them each in turn that they would have quality time. She reached to entice her daughter with a light click of her teeth, followed swiftly by a smile. 

With a wave of her tail, she turned and trotted- leading her daughter away from the densite, and toward the heart of the valley, where the river ran, and where the trout had begun to congregate in their spawning grounds.