Lookie Here.

What was she out doing alone? The child grinned and sat in the sand, her stripey tail wagging behind her. "Exploring. Killing birds. What are you out doing?" She returned in kind, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. Maybe it wasn't polite to ask adults what they were doing, but she was still a puppy and could blame her manners on not having learned them yet.

"Do you want part of my bird? Or I could catch you your own." Asla really, really enjoyed hunting and killing things. She hoped her aunt said yes and that hope shone brightly in her big, lilac eyes. Not only did she like to hunt, she liked to show off her prowess. Three months old and she was a bona fide killer. Her dad even said so.