Pop goes the weasel

The woman wagged her tail, a smile spreading as her son nuzzled her. She was so happy to see him doing better, and glad to see him so eager and up to the task. She watched him begin to move, a brow raising as she wondered where he might want to go, that is until he turned around and asked. Laughing, she playfully rolled her eyes and pawed at his shoulder. "This way, dear. Towards the barn. There's plenty of prey there to be caught."

Turning around and leading the way towards the structure, the woman moved into a brisk walk. There was plenty of different farm animals to be had, goats and chickens, ducks and even horses and cows. And while the latter might be too challenging for him right now, perhaps chicken or goat might be the way to go. But she'd let him decide. Stopping beside the barn, she waited for him to approach.