This fffire

Confidence in childhood became him. Well, as long as he could afford it. The boy was hardly arrogant, but he was managing to grow less and less afraid with each outing he made outside of his mothers den. The attack by the cougar had certainly left its marks. The large scar, at least in relation to his overall body, was obvious. As well as the effects on his speech and pattern of movement. Though, he tried not to let it bother him, even though the speech part was quickly becoming an insecurity.

Today he was attempting to practice his stalk. He tried to recall the manner in which the cougar had done it. A low stance, almost touching the ground with his belly, Limbs carefully and quietly reaching forward.. And then a pounce! He lunged forward at the targeted flower, a poor dandelion that was batted to the ground. His teeth ripped it from its stem, and the boy lifted his head with the head of the flower firmly grasped between his puppy teeth.