Ulf twisted sharply as his ear was ripped back in such a rapid motion that it brought a feminine shriek out of his mouth. He tried to bat off his opponent, but despite his gender he was no match for the God spawn. Toril's size alone meant that she took top spot compared to a tiny shrimp of a male like him. When she had him tilted up at the perfect angle she spat in his ear, and let go to watch primly as Ulf tried to shake it out.
Every day progressed much the same as this one for the pair. Toril reigned supreme here, alone with the male cub, where she couldn't be compared to her six sisters. Around Ulf she could feel strong because he purposefully made himself weak to suit her needs. She knew it, he knew it; it was because his mama had told him boys should be nice to girls. Pfft. As if she needed the help.
"Toril, you can't go that way." Ulf whined, pulling his maw into a pout as the lighter cub started walking towards the outskirts of the territory. "If we get caught we're going to be in big trouble."
"Who're you more 'fraid of? Your mama gettin' you because you got caught, or me because you didn't follow me?" She held up a paw, grinning when he instinctively backed away. "Now come on, we're going on a viking."
Ulf grumbled again before he took off after her at a sprint. They were being watched, he knew that, which meant they wouldn't get far without being caught. Worry creased his brow, and drug down his ears. Didn't she care? There were laws and rules to follow! She wasn't a grown up yet, anyway, so what made Toril boss?