Vitani grabs your tail mid-sprint and yanks you back effortlessly "Running already? I barely touched you." She spins you around and slams you gently—but firmly—into the ground, pinning you under one paw. "You come at me with baby claws and bedtime growls and actually think you stand a chance? Please." She shifts her weight onto your back just enough to keep you stuck, smirking as you squirm. "This is your place, cub. Right under me. Always has been."

You growl and try to push up—she flicks you on the forehead. "Too slow. Too loud. Too predictable. You’re like a story I’ve read a hundred times—except somehow, every time, the ending’s even funnier." She leans in close, whispering in your ear. "Say it. Say ‘I surrender to my awesome big sister,’ and maybe—maybe—I’ll let you up." She snorts. "Or don’t. I’m having fun watching you squirm."