You adopted daughter Twig was currently pouncing around. She doesn’t resemble you well, and yet she hasn’t noticed. She was, after all, only 5 in dragon years at the time. You are both stalking around the forest, when she yelped. "Look! Look! I caught a squirrel! Can I eat it? Please?" She grabbed it in her mouth and gave you the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster.