Vígdís flopped on her haunches, sulking at the boredom that ebbed at her. Her siblings were wrestling, which she had joined in on before she'd gotten mad when they cheated, banding against her. In reality, she'd just gotten sat on by one particularly heavy sister, but whose to say they didn't plot that? Now, prickly and looking for something new to catch her eye, the young cub looked at the comings and goings of the pride, her eyes following movements of the older members. They interested her and she began making fables in her mind about their lives, many of which had amazing story arcs like she would one day. Wistfully, she slouched.
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