River of Time
Mont held up the cub's claw, by his wrist. "This...it will be a nearly impossible task to get this off of you when it hardens..." He looked at him in a bit of sadness and confusion,'Why wasn't he struggling?' he thought.
Leonis giggled and wiggled his silvery claws. The mythril had bound to them fully. He pulled the claws back in as if nothing was wrong. "Pretty claws though"