This is how you remind me

With the nod of affirmation the pair were ready. Aslatiel looked over the pigs resting and rooting in the dirt and chose her target. It wasn't the largest pig, but it was a nice, mid sized hunk of walking meat. And it was right in line with her brother. All she had to do was run it straight into his face and they would be eating pig for dinner.

Inhaling deeply, Asla released her breath slowly. Kitten claws dug into the earth and she threw her weight forward, rocketing from the undergrowth. The porcine packages of deliciousness squealed and ran in all directions. That was fine. She only needed the one. With the footsteps of a dancer, she herded the panicked piglet straight to where Mort lay in wait. If he caught the pig on the first try, she would be impressed. If he missed it, she wouldn't hold it against him. He'd forgotten a lot, after all.