Sawtooth Spire Chaos is the same as it's always been.

There was not much to little Cirilla's life. She drank deep her mother's milk and she slumbered, tucked away safely beside her sister where they were snug and warm. Her world was an easy one, quiet and simple, and she remained blissfully unaware how she'd become someone else's entirely.

Careful nudges roused her from sleep, and her response came in a frustrated little grunt. Paws waving, the darkest of the lioness' cubs rolled comically to the side while waving tiny paws in the air, eager to bat away her dam's interfering snout.