Sleeping Dragon governed by sound reason and true religion

Eske's demands went ignored and the Grounder Princess let her internal frustration out in a snort and a small groan of protest when Gavriel pulled her in with her sister and brother. Yet, to her delight — enough to make her forget her discontent at not being able to venture outside — she remembered him. He smelled different then Gyda, different then Thuringwethil or Wildfire but his presence was a source of comfort to her just as the other adults: the ones that were slowly becoming her family. Or that was how she would understand them to be. They were the constants in her life, alongside her own siblings, and the bonds were already being forged. She let out a small “hrumph” (her favorite “word” for the moment) and licked absently at her paw, letting Gavriel know that she wasn't amused that he'd ignored her demands. One day...one day Eske vowed, she would adventure out into that light whether she had permission or not. Today would not be the day...but soon. In the meantime, she was content to pretend like she didn't notice her father or her siblings.