Primal

Cub really, really wants that meerkat snack. Like, so badly. The screeching is getting old, fast. You eat it to show them that life doesn't always get them what they want.

Cub prances over to Grandpaw Brishon with a small rat in their jaws. Grandpaw Brishon proudly declares Cub the best hunter in the pride, and his absolute favourite grandcub.

Grandpaw Brishon pulls Cub aside to berate them after they misbehaved. You catch bits and pieces of what he says, including "back in my day" and "my mother would have skinned me for that". Never change, old man.

You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Cub and ask her to do it for you. She laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust her to say what needs to be said.