Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

Someday Eske was going to kick ass and take names but until the time when she was old enough to undergo warrior training she was stuck practicing on her mother, siblings and the poor, unfortunate guests who had probably only came to see the cute puppies. If they wanted to see cute little puppies, admittedly, Eske wasn't the cute one to go for. She was the smallest of her siblings and at a clear hierarchical disadvantage than her older sisters or even her brother who was the only male. She had to make up for it all somehow. Currently, though, while being the smallest might have inspired some of her behavior upon instinct alone she wasn't aware of the other things and thus was mostly just fierce by nature.

Eske had managed to latch onto Wildfire's lip, and held on, victorious until the older and stronger woman pried her off, albeit with a gentleness. A noise that resembled a scoff left the Grounder Princess' lips, wiggling against the strong foreleg that tucked her close. “hmph,” Eske repeated herself from earlier, a heavy sigh leaving her lips in a pout when Wildfire began licking the top of her head. Despite herself, it was enough to soothe Eske and aside from the scoot of her butt occasionally Eske held, mostly, still for the ministrations of Wildfire's tongue as the woman mussed the fur atop her head.