Moonspear survival of the richest

her attack was thwarted! the girl let another growl slip from her paw as a heavy weight upon her back pushed her to the earth, her fangs losing their grip in the fur (and perhaps flesh) of her father. and then he had the gall to roll her over, as if she were some piece of prey! the girl fumed at this outrageous act against her dignity, but her struggling could do nought to dislodge her from her father's grip. but tickling was far too much, decided the girl who wanted to be a great warrior in this moment and not a girl at the mercy of her father's tickles. she squealed in the forced giddiness that came with being tickled, but a moment later from her tiny lungs came a voluminous "NO".

she wiggled away fiercely, away from her father's grip, and lurched to her feet, prancing a short distance from him and regarding him with extreme focus, gaze narrowed as she beheld him, not completely aware that she had spoken her first word.