- can now feed on food that an adult provides.
- capable of repeating four-syllable words. Competent enough to understand the concept of talking and listening, and joining a conversation while making relevant points.
- eyes begin to gradually change from blue to their adult colours.
- begin to accompany adults on hunts for a short time and are capable of returning to the pack den on their own.
TEACHING DEM 1/3
Wrangling five children was nothing new to the Archer matriarch, so taking on @Caelia had been neither here nor there to her. Nobody had come to seek the child yet, and she had half a mind to declare the child one of theirs and turn anyone looking to take her away out. By all that they could reckon from her arrival she had been born to a loner, but children deserved to be raised in a pack.
Pushing the thoughts of what ifs and when's from her mind, Morganna picked up her pace to avoid the endless slew of coyotes. She was on her way back from the lagoon with a fat, young beaver dangling from her jaws (probably not that much older than the cubs themselves), one that still thrashed ocassionally, beating at her shoulder and chest with its broad, flat tail. She growled a warning to the tiring creature, ignoring the musky scent that filled the air, one of its back legs hanging uselessly, sealing its fate. Sure, it wouldn't make for a good meal now that it had musked, but this creatures death wouldn't be in vain. It was going to be useful. A tool, much like the woodchuck that had been thrown to herself and her brothers, perhaps even a little more dangerous for the sharp teeth and muscular tail that this particular critter carried to defend itself with, even now.
Finding her way to a shaded central clearing (to combat the recent heat wave), she dropped the beaver, pressing a paw down against its neck to hold it in place, watching as its chest heaved with exhaustion. She tipped her head back to call for the pups of the scowle. She wouldn't be surprised if some adults showed up to help her supervise. She had no intention of anyone walking away from this maimed after all, so she picked the beaver back up so it could thrash between her sturdy jaws. She didn't want it catching a second wind while she waited for the children.