Aphrodite

Aphrodite's chin rested on her paws, her yellow eyes open and glittering with annoyance as she watched the cubs trample around in circles. Why had she been chosen for this? What brute in his right mind would put HER in charge of minding the cubs?! Perhaps Alaric was testing her loyalty. Or perhaps he was wanting the cubs dead and was playing it safe by putting her in charge of them. So he didn't have their blood on his own paws. Perhaps she was supposed to do what she wanted and end their lives right here and right now.
Camellia let out a pitiful snarl and leaped into the air, aiming to tackle her playmate. But she instead clumsily landed and rolled right into Aphrodite. The lioness tensed, leaping to her feet and peeling her lips back to reveal glittering fangs. A low growl rumbled in her throat.
"Stay away from me you sniveling cub!" she growled, swiping a paw at the kit. Camellia ducked and shied away, earning herself a tail flick. Aphrodite grumbled and turned in a frustrated circle before plopping herself heavily back onto the ground. She was becoming more touchy with the cubs lately, more so than usual, and feeling herself becoming more attracted to the brute that led this pride. What was this feeling?
She didn't know, but she did know that she was looking forward to seeing him later upon his return from exploring. Perhaps she would take the initiative to rub herself against him. Why? She couldn't say. All she knew was that she wanted his attention...and by god she was going to get it.