It went without saying that Lacey was a lover of life and all it had to offer her. In particular, she was a lover of her life, with her ma and pa and no one else to share it with. She spent her days with one or both of her parents, the center of their attention, and they the center of hers. She knew nothing of the pack she was destined to properly join one day or the responsibilities expected of her. She didn't know that she would grow and become her own wolf in time. For now it was just her, Kerberos, and Maera, and Lacey wouldn't have had it any other way.
So it also went without saying that the arrival of three more cubs, while exciting at first, had put quite a damper on this cub's mood. She stared across the den at the three newcomers with flinty eyes and a stubbornly set jaw. Her little ears were pricked to their highest. She didn't understand dominance yet and didn't intend to convey that, but it was interest as well as mistrust that kept her ears straight and forward. An ugly crinkle marred the top of her blunt muzzle, which was tucked toward her chest as she pouted jealously in the corner, wondering where she went wrong, that Kerberos and Maera felt a need to add these others to their lives. Wasn't it better with just her?
Try as she might, Lacey couldn't quell her curiosity about them forever. She didn't like the situation much (it would become much better when she understood that it wasn't permanent), but she would have to deal with it. So as the sun was rising toward its peak in the sky, setting the den ablaze with light, the pudgy young Rigel waddled over to the nearest Tainn cub and greeted them with a firm, no, and a puppy-sized scowl.
screaming when they tell us to hush