The Sentinels huntin' for a come up

Barely a month old and Sarah was already showing early signs of having a very solid and independent personality. She was not above "fighting" for the most milk-filled teats, especially now, when for some reason the nutrition their mother was providing was lacking something and therefore the girl was never full enough. She was good at demanding things she thought she had earned, she would play only, when she was in mood of that, and only after the other would have made at least two or three attempts at getting her to play. The young wolf had also learned that Terance was someone she had to compete with - because he was similar in size and strength and had almost the same claims to the world - whereas Wraen...

... was Wraen. Though at first Sarah had been a bit of a push-over regarding her younger sibling, there was no fun in competing with someone, who was out of your league (that could change over time, of course), and... she was the most adorable of them all. And even the elder sister, who should have felt more of a sibling rivalry, didn't stand a chance against the certain charm her younger sister possessed. Therefore - even when Wraen's attempts to engage the elder sister in a game were occasionally badly-timed, Sarah's growls were not aggressive, rather - letting the other know, who was in charge of the schedule. 

Lucky for the runt, the elder sister was in a very good mood and the shell of the locust that was thrown in Sarah's way, was met with keen curiosity. Just because she had to prove that she was brave, the girl picked the odd toy with the tips of her teeny-tiny teeth and, when she found the texture not of her liking, she spat it out: "Bleh..."