Pop the Top!

Az's protective streak was charming and Asla genuinely appreciated that she had such strong, loving brothers. The pair jostled the rock up the incline to the top of the cliff. Az ballked and Aslatiel quirked a brow. He motioned her forward and she went without hesitation. Dozing hey nose under the edge of the rock, the little girl shoved it over the edge. No fear in her, she leaned over the precipice and watched as the rock cracked on the other rocks below.

With a whoop of triumph, Aslatiel leaped at her brother with the intent to tackle him out of sheer joy. As fast as her little legs could carry her, made her way down to the rocky bottom. One exposed leg of the rock was kicking feebly, but it soon stopped. The ghost rock was dead.

With her claws latched into the softer inside of the rock, Asla peeled the underside back to expose the warm, meaty flesh. Tail waging furiously, she pushed the rock towards her brother, offering him the first bite.