Lookie Here.

The small pup beamed as she was complimented. She was surely the greatest hunter that Ashen had ever seen. Asla was going to murder everything. Or at least one of everything. The great, tan hunter. And she was a girl. It was a good thing that her parents supported her hobby. Well, for the most part. They didn't know about her bloodier activities, but they didn't need to.

Deathbelle spoke of not being able to be sad with Asla around and she tilted her head slightly. "Momma calls that a... lie? You don't have to tell me why you're sad if you don't want to. It's okay." she wouldn't pry into the woman's sadness. She did want her to acknowledge it though. Asla spat out a mouthful of feathers and pretended to not be focused on her aunt. Maybe she didn't want to be stared at while she was sad.