Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

If there was one thing Eske had learned thus far in her very short life it was that she did not enjoy being man-handled. Any time an adult scooped her up she wriggled and fought but of course while she could make their grip on her a difficult thing to maintain at the end of the day her fight was a fight tallied to her losses. Adults were stronger than her and overpowered her easily and appeared to know her kryptonite: attention. Whether it was a brush of a muzzle or a swipe of a tongue she enjoyed it. Well, she didn't always enjoy the baths...but she definitely enjoyed the attention, nevertheless. The Spear of The Gods was not destined to be a meek nor shy woman. The day that Eske was anything other than bold, brash and commanding meant that lions were becoming lambs. Eske might have been born the smallest of her siblings, the youngest, the “runt” but she was no lamb and she intended for everyone to realize that she was a lionness. Wildfire's tongue across her face, nor the nonsensical babble that the fire-kissed woman offered her was not quite enough to offset the upset at being manhandled and stubborn the grounder princess let out a grouchy “hmph.” determined not to give in. At least, not yet.