[private] there's a thief on every corner of the street

[bolder]

He'd done his best not to get his Aunt wet, but even with his advancing shapeshifting, the adolescent pegasus still manages to splash her. But the black-and-tan dog that looks up at him with a hanging tongue doesn't look displeased. Bolder gives a playful shake of his head, sending water droplets off his short-bristled mane. He doesn't remain a horse for long, and changes into a more stream-lined, sleeker animal in case Mazikeen encourages them both into a race.

The fox with gold points rather than black beams at the Alpha, hearing the compliment in her voice.

Bolder does know. Each day the shifting gets a little easier, becomes a little quicker. Thanks to Maze and Gale, his young mind can not only fathom more shapes, but the ability of which one to take becomes quicker and quicker. He only needs to imagine what he wants to be and a moment later, he is.

Stepping lightly through the chilly shallows, Bolder made his way towards the Alpha. When he reaches her, the lean fox tilted his vulpine head curiously. "I've been alright," he tells her and then grins again, "Practicing, mostly." The young shifter peers up at her with silver eyes, hoping to see her approval shining out. She had been his first mentor - the first who had ever shown Bolder how to properly shift - and he hasn't forgotten those lessons.

"I've been thinking," he starts, "about going to the Mountain."

How did Mazikeen feel about it? Had she ever been?

"To be able to do more, like you and Uncle Gale."

@Mazikeen