Wish upon a star (Ashiel)

Leto wasn't so deep into her drowsing that she wasn't awoken by the sound of small bones crunching beneath a clumsy paw. Flipping her head lazily in that general direction she slid one eye open to regard the guilty-looking party who'd managed to step on what had been left of her earlier hunt. He was a young, strong looking wolf, a yearling from the unfinished smell of him. She yawned broadly towards him, an internalized smirk of mischief growing as she recalled the last yearling who'd awoken her from a nap. This boy was both taller and bulkier than that self-proclaimed king, though, and she a mite lazier than she'd been that day. Still...

"It's a chicken," she observed aloud quite casually before she stretched all four legs out to the side stiffly and yawned again, leaving it ambiguous as to whether she was referring to the remains of the bird or to the boy who'd stepped on them.