Not as strong as us

Always eager for an opportunity to get out of the den, Asla wasted no time in following Mort out into the wild. She hadn't been asleep for a while, but had been lazing about. Her amusement had been tickling one of Indy's ears with her tail and watching it flick. Whatever Mort was going to do was bound to be a lot more fun.

Asla carefully crossed the bridge, still very wary of the water beneath. Once on the other side, she allowed her nose to lead her towards her brother. Asla found him with a strange naked creature in his mouth, its head lolling back and forth. Tilting her own head, she questioned him. "What are you doing? Did you find a snack?"

Coming in closer, the girl noted the beak. "Oh, you found a bird!" Plum colored eyes flashed with interest before her brow furrowed slightly. "I think you killed a bird." It hung strangely just like the chicken had after she'd killed it. It looked as though they were both killers. Wouldn't their father be proud?