Bearclaw Valley Goldilocks

A great yawn parted her tiny jaws. Already, specks of white milk teeth flashed, poking past her gums. She had been roused from a rather deep little nap, courtesy of her mother. Groggily, she stumbled to her feet. Followed obediently, out into the light.

It still stung against her young blue eyes. Soon her vision adjusted and smaller details became clearer. But, much like her three sisters, she held little interest towards this grand meeting, largely centered around their debut. 

Her sights were set elsewhere. A ragged patch of deer skin, set amidst the collection of toys for them, caught her eye. It was more so the smell of aged meat, long since stripped away, than the object itself.

With a predatory glint creeping into her eyes, little Athella crouched, bum wiggling, then pounced. "Raaa!" Tiny growls bubbled from her mouth clutching the skin, eyes darting from one sister to the next, challenging them to play.