idle hands are the devil's best friend

Time passed, pups got bigger. He didn't notice it, of course. Probably wouldn't until he saw his ma again. Whenever that was. Six months old, nothing to show for it besides a few little scars from tussling with his sisters and testing his luck out in the wide world. Da was promising that they'd all go out and test their skills against a real opponent soon, but he wasn't going to wait around much longer. So, here he was. Ambling alongside this stone wall without a care in the world. Brazen and carefree, every inch an Aeris man in spite of his age.

With the sun high in the sky, he stood out like a sore thumb even more than usual. Bright purple and green against the washed out stone, covered in all manner of sharp and pokey bits. It was a wonder he ever got any hunting done. There was a furrow in his brow that wasn't quite a scowl, and he was passively scanning the surrounding landscape for something to chase, harass, torment. Boredom did not sit well with the boy, who only slept once he was drop-dead-tired. The occasional spot of colour in the undergrowth was absently set aside for later, he could tell his da that he'd found some type of flower that might be useful. Not sure why anyone would waste time with herbs, let alone a warrior like his father. Fighting was far more fun than mushing up plants. Whatever.

Hopping up on his hind legs, the burly youngster peered over the edge of the wall. Maybe there was something more interesting over there? Thighs flexed, launched him all the way up onto the sturdy grey stone. It was cool under his paws. If he walked along the wall itself, then he could see everything, and so he wouldn't miss a hare or deer if they made the mistake of stumbling into his line of sight.