Duskfire Glacier under lock and key

Never did the little cub look away, though she knew better than to stare into another's eyes she could not help but to do so, the soft aquamarine color of the female's eyes was mesmerizing for the young babe. As she lowered herself, Maera wriggled her meatball nose furiously, trying to commit this new friend's scent to memory.

Soon she gave her name, which along with her odour and face would be forever stored in the archive files inside Maera's brain. "Awabella" she echoed, while beginning to shift her paws in a little dance-like motion; just like when she had first met Danica.

After flashing a happy grin back to the pretty female, Maera got the urge of shouting out her name as well -- but before she could do so, Arabella continued to speak. The mention of Tuwawi made her squirm like a happy worm, with her head bobbing wildly. It only got worse when the blue eyed adult gave her the title she had always dreamed of.

Princess Maera.
Well that didn't sound bad. Not bad at all.
"Yes! Pwincess Mae" she yipped with a sing-song tone. Arabella's sweet talk was getting her a full membership to the club..