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As her father explained the fear that her mother felt, Asla supposed she could understand. The water trying to swallow her hadn't been nice and her mom was afraid that it might have swallowed her forever. Dead like birds. She didn't want to be dead like birds so she would work at being better.

Following her dad, she put her nose to the ground much like he did and sniffed lightly, learning the world around her. Find something that smelled like meat. Okay. A weird scent pulled her attention to the left and she followed it. Unfortunately, it was just some rotten fruit. She tried again, sniffing and sniffing. Following her nose. Lifting her head, she looked to her father and whispered. "Papa, I think there's a meat over there." A gentle breeze was pulling the scent of wild pig right towards them.