Bearclaw Valley You're so ambitious for a juvenile

Yeth, The Bearclaw responded warmly, with a swish of her proud tail. Fish had been one of her primary hunting resources when she had been Athella’s age- it had been the first meal she’d been given by the other youngsters of Redtail Rise, as well. Now, she hoped to pass the skills on to her own children, in their own home. 

A trap, ekthactly. She said, giving her daughter a fond slow-blink of her eyes. She could tell Athella thrived when she was given a challenge- especially when there was potential for a reward. She beamed with pride at a child so capable and willing; her future would be bright. Ameline would make it so. 

In spite of her enthusiasm, her daughter obeyed her guidance, and kept her profile low. Ameline wishes she could express her pride- but not without potentially ruining their hunt. 

She moved toward her daughter and jutted her chin toward the water where he ran shallow again, just below a pool of knee-deep water that she hoped was a shelter for the trout. Carefully, she crept forward, stepping into the cool waters and gazing upriver, toward the bend where she hoped to run the trout ashore. 

She didn’t look toward Athella, but kept her in her peripheral vision; once the girl was at her side, she would give a slight nod before she splashed forward, charging toward the pool.