Acheron watched, fascinated, but she couldn't really speak given the rock held in her jaws. Still, she stared in awe as not-Pride--a double of her father!--raced off down the tunnel; and for a moment, she gave playful chase.

With the last threads of her magic she infused herself with a graceful leap, and took off in a series of arcing bounds after the duplicate. A moment later she was back, wide-eyed and excited, tiny tail wagging as she listened to him speak.

She could do that, too-?

She resolved to learn at once-... Well, after she'd rested, anyway.