He'd lean into his mother's snuggles, the boy eventually leaning to his back and putting his upturned features into Amalia's paws as she gave him another kiss and continued with their talk. She'd ask him what it was he wanted to do when he was big. Thoughts of Vereux would be remembered as the man had told him get strong, so he might be able to fight off those that would seek to give him harm. "I want to be strong." He'd tell her confidently in his answer. There wasn't any more instruction given, as this had really been the first night for him to think about his future. He was just now learning to hunt, and fighting had hardly been introduced yet. Ama's few little mutterings of herbs he'd heard would kind of stick, but he really couldn't hope to heal anything himself. All he could do was lick his wounds now. Though being strong didn't only have to do with physical strength but being a well rounded warrior, he'd need skills from all aspects of life if he wanted to be successful.
