Not as strong as us

Mort aid that he didn't like killing and she didn't really know what to say. She enjoyed it. It made her feel big and strong. When she got bigger, she could help feed her family. It all made sense to her. To Mort, it didn't. "You don't have to kill things if you don't want to. I can kill things for you." To her, it seemed like a nice offer. She would save her brother from something that caused him pain.

When questioned if their dad should be upset, the tiny wolf shook her head. "He wasn't upset with me. I don't think he'd be upset with you." Asla hadn't noticed the frowns that Sirius gave to Mortis. To her, they were all treated the same. As she thought about how to cheer up her brother, she heard the raucous chatter of more birds up above. "Do you want me to get you another bird?" She tilted her head. "Or we could go do something else. Whatever you want to do." Hopefully it wasn't swimming.