Signe pulled back as the teeth snapped in front of her then tilted her head, brows furrowing. None of her siblings had done that before! And what did he mean by what he said? What was a warrior? and how did you beat someone? Why would you do that? She giggled. Maybe a warrior had something to do with him snapping his teeth, and she had to do it, too.

"Ima war-rah, too!" Signe trumpeted before snapping her teeth closed as close as she dared to the male's nose.

Then, she waited, face pulled into a toothy grin of expectation. Was she a warrior? Was she a good warrior? Had she beaten him? The anticipation was making her fur buzz, but her little tail stilled as the faint lingering uncertainty threatened to overpower her excitement. What if she wasn't a warrior? Was that bad? How'd you become one if you weren't?

Her tiny mind was starting to hurt with all the questions, but she didn't let it show. . .or so she thought. Ears don't lie, and hers were slowly drooping.