And here I give you the stars

The small pup, though most likely serene looking while she slept, was dreaming of blood and violence. Inspecting the inside of the brown log with the flat tail had triggered something within her. She wanted to see if the insides of other things were different or if things were primarily the same. Next time though, she would make sure that the creature was dead first. It had been too hard to keep the thing alive while they inspected its insides.

So, when her father plucked her from the warm embrace of her cat friend, Asla struggled a bit in his grasp. She had thoughts of her recently eviscerated prey rising up to attack her and gave a few sleepy kicks. Having been pulled from deep sleep, the dreams quickly ceased. She only woke when she felt the cool ground under her body. Blinking open amaranthine eyes, Aslatiel looked upon the large form of her father. "Papa?" she questioned softly, still shaking sleep off of her brain.

It was a moment later that she realized that they were on top of the den. There was a hole in the top and she tilted her head in question before shooting a look back to her father. "Whats this, Papa?"