Bearclaw Valley It's like an inn, with girls.

@Kove or @Scarlett or both :)

Ever since her birth, all the child did was eat, sleep or push away the bodies which moved either too close to her food giver (read: teat) or kicked her. No one kicked her without consequences, no, she would make sure they paid. Nanook would attempt to shove a paw at them until she grew tired, then she would give up and the next time she awoke, she happened to have forgotten all the wrongs done to her the previous day. So life was good....for now.

Nanook's features scrunched up into a frown, her tiny brows furrowed and she squirmed around unhappily, occasionally uttering a few extremely loud piercing screeches. Lying beside her mother's belly, she twitched and pushed as hard as she could against Scarlett's belly, as if trying to find a way out of her squished environment.

Then loud noises erupted from the girl's rear end, a horrible smell filling the air of the den. But that was not the end of it, the rumbling in her tummy only implied that it wasn't over and that the little silver trickster would release more than smells.