Bearclaw Valley You're so ambitious for a juvenile

Athella had gone through a growth spurt. Though very much puppy like, her metamorphosis consisted of a brightening of her fur. The golden necklace more ablaze than ever before. Her eyes, no longer like dark pools of water, were now their final shade of burnished gold. She was a blended doppelganger of her mother and her great grandfather @Merrick. His intensity shown in her eyes.

The Bearclaw warrior princess in training needed no further coaxing than the utterance of her name. She flew forth, clicking her jaws at the retreating tufts of Ameline's tail tip. Her gangly legs moved fluidly. In long strides, she caught up to fall in step at her mother's side. She smiled, beaming up at her. She felt a special kinship with the Bearclaw Matriarch today.

She was her Minnie me, all the way down to the perfect way and timing in which her legs synced with her mother's. Her tail lashing out freely, ears set upright and her eyes alert with interest. Out of her peripheral, she glanced in the distance to a certain spot. Where once a severed head lay delivered like an omen. Her lips pulled tight in a scowl, a darkness creeping to the edges of the look in her eye.

Oh how she had not forgotten.

But she stayed on course, drawn to the sound of trickling water. Where the river ran, swollen with fish. Veering ahead, nose lowering to the ground, she edged precariously close to where soil and water met. Intense eyes fixated with a silent glint of predatory interest on the speckled, colorful fish.