The girl was eager in her steps, moving about outside the den near it’s mouth with a fierce determination that had her almost pacing back and forth, her gaze leveled with a stick at the other end of the clearing. A chuckle would escape, high pitched and nasally as she moved forward to pounce on it. It would be hers, and no one else would be able to take it from her. Her siblings could certainly try but she had already proven with kicking and nudging that she did not plan to give up her place anywhere so easily.
Whether it was playing with a stick, or her preferred spot at their mother’s breast, or even just where she curled up to sleep at night. It was hers and would remain hers.
Paws would wrap around them as she gnawed on the stick with a growl, her tiny tail lashing side to side as she honed in on it. It was… a good day. A content day. A stomach full, a kingdom claimed… no, all was quite well in Torianna’s mind.