Bite Bite Fight!

As soon as her father's voice met her big, grey ears, Aslatiel winced and drew in on herself. She was caught. Dropping the chicken in front of her, the girls ears pulled back against her skull. "Hi, papa." He was most likely angry with her for ungrounding herself. She still didn't really know what grounding meant, but momma had told then to stay inside.

The girl lifted her huge, plum colored eyes to look up at the behemoth that was her father. She was dwarfed by his size, but that was nothing new. She suspected she would always be smaller than everyone else. "Am I in trouble?" Her small voice wavered slightly. "Are you going to tell momma? She says I'm grounded, but I don't know what that means."

Absently, she ran one toepad over the edge of a white feather. "The bird got hurt. A fat, stripey thing tried to take it." Asla replayed the moment in her mind. The striped child's brow furrowed, screwing up the markings over one eye. She growled and pounced in invisible enemy. "But I bit it and scratched it and it ran away." It had been a moment of great triumph for the girl considering she wasn't much bigger than the raccoon herself.

Sitting up once more, Asla tilted her head. "The bird was flapping. It was hurt. I wanted it to stop flapping." She remembered holding the chicken still with her teeth. Maybe she held it too well. "Why is the bird still asleep, papa?" She was too new to the world to understand death yet and so she looked to the man that she trusted for answers, her big purple eyes locked on his face with utter seriousness in their dark depths.