They Call Me Spitfire

Creeping along, the trail eventually went cold. As cold as the dead rabbit in front of her. The small creature had eventually died of its wounds. Aslatiel frowned hard as she stared down at the lifeless body. Ants had already claimed her kill and, with one last look of anger and disgust, she turned and prepared to walk back home. Ah... but she wasn't alone.

Her father stood there, staring hard down at her, his eyes dark with an emotion that she hadn't seen on his face yet. Instantly her tail curled against her grey belly and she lowered herself to the grass. "Papa..." She wasn't going to make excuses. She didn't even think about their previous conversation until she saw him standing there, looking at her angrily. She had been so intent on not letting the rabbit suffer that she had just followed it without thought. Already tears were filling up her big purple eyes. It hurt to disappoint him so.