Not as strong as us

Killing thrilled the girl. She couldn't feel the same feelings that Mort had, but she could understand his feelings. "Your bird might have been hurt . It was a long fall from where the other birds were up in the tree. Maybe, killing it was a good thing. Something else might have hurt it more." Logically, she understood mercy. She just didn't know the term for it. "The chicken that I killed wad hurt. Dad said that it was good of me to kill it. Maybe it's the same with you." Her voice was hopeful as she tried to reason it his pain.

Then the moment was over and he suggested tag. Asla grinned and kissed her brother on the nose. "You're definitely 'it." Placing her paws against him, Asla tried to knock her much larger sibling over so she could get a head start running. Ears tucked against her skull, the girl ran as fast as she could away from the dead bird and hopefully away from the feelings attached to it.