War dancing

Aris had been in the middle of squishing a bunch of random plants in a borrowed bowl using a rock to squash them when she heard her father calling. Her ears pricked up, and she dropped the rock in the bowl. It needed to cook anyway! She'd find a mouse to eat it later. Right now it sounded like there was something a lot more fun to do, and with the goldfish-attention span of youth she'd already lost interest in favor of something new and exciting. She bounced up to her dad, tail a blur, her prickly hackles raised in excitement and her oversized teeth exposed in a grin. "Hey Daddy!" she caroled, throwing herself against his forelegs in a violent hug. "We gonna do fighting???????" Her enthusiasm for that idea was clear in every movement and the particularly predatory expression on her face. Finally! She'd be as good a fighter as her daddy and then she would challenge to be the best rank, once she decided what that was. Not his rank, of course. But the other best rank. She bounced impatiently, waiting for her siblings to get there so that they could fight.