Comfortable

As the smallest among them, Taiga had taken a special interest in Sucre. Something within the giant lioness wanted to protect the tiny cat and keep her safe. It didn't matter if she wasn't still a kitten... something so small would always be kittenish in Taiga's eyes.

The black and white giantess had been leisurely making her way through the gulley when she saw the little orange kit bouncing about and kicking at a flower. A small huff of amusement ghosted through Taiga's pink nose and she moved towards the little cat. The lioness flopped down into the dried grass behind Sucre, her cheek on the ground and posture a level of laziness that only a cat can attain. "Hello, little one. How are you liking the...group... so far." Yeah, she didn't know what to call it either.

"Taiga"