Boartusk Heights maduro

Nymphora let her frazzled fur fall back, and shot Vincent a smug glare as she puffed out her chest; the taste of victory sweet in her mouth, and the taste of blood absent, this time around. She bit back the urge to rub it in his face further, and instead let her eyes fall on Valeria and Candela, a subtle warning to them not to even try. 

Looking up at their mother, Nymph looked like she was fit to burst from the sheer joy of approval; she tried to wear this delight with class, and straightened her posture, pointed her chin, curled her stippled tail around oversized paws. She waited to see which room Vincent would be resigned to, now that he had been denied her own claim. She had half a mind to tell mother to stick him in the dark, wet one in the back of the palace.