My chick bad

She had heard of new members flooding her home. It seemed they had decided to bombard her mother all at once, just before her pregnancy. But now that things had settled, the heiress was ready to meet this newcomers, to assess them herself. Winter was dwindling to an end, and within the coming year she would be 2, fully matured and ready to take on whatever the world decided to throw at her. And one day, she would rule this place, taking her place on the throne. A grin would curl her dark lips, ears perking at the unmistakeable sounds of a fearful rabbit dying. Her crown would lift, her course immediately altering to find the source. Surely whoever had killed the thing wouldn't mind some company, besides, it was time she start forcing her presence on everyone. Paws pressed into the snow, the dark figure of a stranger coming into view. Nostrils quivered, taking note of the womans still rogue scent, but she was Arcanum, if only newly so. She would approach from the womans left, eyeing her curiously as the woman enjoyed her fresh kill. "You're new here. My mother spoke briefly of you. Basanti, Dauphine of Arcanum." Words left her lips with ease, spilling like velvet as she took in the womans slightly larger build.

"Burn Baby Burn"