Not as strong as us

You can’t fix dead she told him, and he knew that not even Asla could correct his mistake, he looked down at the bird miserably. It was so tiny, he should have realised he was too clumsy to play with it. He rocked back on his hunches with a self-deprecating sigh, but didn’t pull free from Asla when she pulled him into a hug. He pulled a slightly bigger paw around his sister and pulled her close, not one to shy away from affection. “I don’t think I like killing, Asley” he admitted, turning away from the bird, his mouth setting in a frown.

“Do you think dad will be upset?” his father had frowned at him a few times already, he wasn’t as fierce and quick to fight as his siblings were, sometimes loud noises made him startle, when his siblings instead seemed to leap at whatever dared make noise at them. He didn’t think his father was proud of him, but he didn’t understand why. He couldn’t be like his siblings, it just didn’t feel… right.