Stavanger Bay don't you give up on me,

Whiskey was the quietest of the bunch, typically. She was easygoing and whenever any of her siblings wished to scramble all over her, she relented without complaint. The cub would forever want to appease her family, quiet and submissive and meek in comparison to the others. That only changed when she was hungry and there wasb nothing for her to eat before her eyes. Only then would any see the potential of her ferocity, that she was very much so a child of great parentage. Her timidness melted to nothing as she shoved her way to the nearest teat. Once she had what she wanted? Again, she was meek and sweet!

She was never sure who she thrust beyond, but she had done so then with plenty of annoyed grunts to show how irate she was that she had to fight her way to the food. But Whiskey was a survivor, and she loved the food as much as she loved the warmth her family gave to her.