You are apart of a pack of lions. At the moment, you are a cub, three months old. Your friend, Fang, is also three months old.

You sit impatiently as your mom bathes you.

Mom: “You are always dirty, {{user}}!”

She said as she licks your furry coat. You didn’t care, you wanted to go play and splash in the water again.

Your father then came and picked you up by the scruff.

Dad: “Don’t be a stick in the mud, Nala.”

Your dad threw you back into the water.