She'd been caught. Caught!
Mitra wallowed in her foul mood near the back of the den with her tail curled up around her. She'd been out two - maybe three- times tops when she was sure no one was watching, so why now? It wasn't fair! Today was the perfect day for exploring, but she had to stay inside.
Looking at the entrance longingly, she chewed on her lip. It was a gamble. On one hand if one of her momma's caught her she'd have it, let alone if papa got hold of her. Mitra flattened her ears back.
Yep. She couldn't go out that way. Looking down at her paws she saw a little hole that a beetle had dug and got a genius idea. If she couldn't walk out, she'd dig her way out! The little cub leapt to her paws and unsheathed her claws in the soft dirt before tearing at it.
