Sawtooth Spire This city's gonna break my heart.

Her mother's words were regarded with a mere twitch of a sable lobe, though there was delay in heeding them. The girl hesitated, worried that this fluffy little rodent may turn on her with an unexpected ferocity. She thought back to a more recent predator - a hawk - that lingered too close to their lion den, and remembered with envy how easily her dam had forced it away.

She breathed in deep, parted her jaws, and peeled lips back to display her fangs. From her throat spilled a growl, unpracticed, but it drew the squirrel's attention toward her. Hoisting her tail upward to curl over her haunches, Ciri lunged forward in a mock attack with a mighty bellow of "fuck off!"