Bathsheba,
Lioness of Junior Member
Played by glass
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Her gentle jaws would find no success, and Bathsheba withdrew momentarily, rising to her full height with her head delicately tilted as she listened.

She gave a soft nod before speaking, voice lowered, as though suddenly sharing a secret tidbit of precious gossip.  "Perhaps you're right. But I once had a sister in a similar predicament as yours. Poor dear. She wouldn't let me take it off, and the creature became a part of her paw - grew right into her pawpad." In emphasis, one of Bathsheba's massive mitts flopped with tender, mauve pads upturned.

Perhaps her way of sharing fables was cruel - but the statement was half true. The scorpion had been quite determined to cling to her younger sister, but the situation had not been quite so comical at the time. "What will your mama say when she sees you like that?" Speaking of which, where was the guardian she supposed must be nearby such a young cub? She saw none, smelled none, and for the first time since her crimson brow drooped somewhat with concern, eyes lowering to the small form. It was unheard of for one so young to be alone, and after the words had left her mouth, she wondered too late if he was an orphan.