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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.

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Stretching her limbs after birthing a whole pack-load of children was probably a good thing, though she hardly wanted anything more than to lay down and take a nap. That of course wouldn't help shed any of the baby weight she had packed on, though, and so she begrudgingly made her way out of the gorge and decided to patrol a bit. She couldn't be a very good Dream if she didn't do some necessary patrolling, anyway, and helped her motivation some even if neither reason was really enough on it's own. She thought about inviting her children on this walk about, though they all seemed content with their own nap and so she let them be, deciding that she'd take them out to see their world on another day and left them under the watchful eyes of her ravens. Her cat however, joined her, eager to get away and out into the sun it seemed.

Though their jaunt remained mostly quiet, as Widow moved through the dancefloor she spotted one of Medusa's newest children pouncing something in the distance. Her head tilted briefly, assuming he'd found a poor, unsuspecting mouse or otherwise, before making her way over to the strangely red child. Though she supposed he wasn't too strange looking, considering Medusa had had some rainbow-colored children last year. In fact, this one looked pretty normal compared to Morticia and Phantasm, if it weren't for the tall ears anyway. As she approached she noticed that he had in fact pounced a little flower and furrowed her brows with a half smile. Practice made perfect, she supposed, and what better thing to practice on  than something that couldn't run away.

"Practicing your pounce?" she asked softly as she smiled at him as she sat some paces away, though close enough for a comfortable conversation.

"Speech!"

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Quite content with himself, the boy was prepared to go off and search for another victim of his pouncing – when a voice rang out. He hadn’t noticed her approach, nor presence at that until she’d made herself known, so he was rightly surprised and jumped a little. His neck swiveled to peer at the woman, golden eyes wide and ears slightly pulled back. A picture of spooked. Though understandable considering his past with being snuck up on, but she was no mountain lion. He settled himself down, turning his body to align squarely with her sitting position, cocking his head sideways as he studied her intricate markings without a word. Dandelion still clutched between his teeth, a few petals poking out from his lips as though asking for help.

The boy tried to return her smile after many moments, dropping his flower and flashing a wide smile. “Y-es!” He said with a chipper tone, cocking his head to the side as he tried to place her within his memory – if she was there at all. “R-redrum. Was- trying- his best. My best.” He nearly had to force the words out of himself, focusing on the slight twitch in his jaw to make it obey him.

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