Busy Little Beavers

Little by little Aslatiel amassed a pile of sticks and chunks of dried wood that had drifted down the little streams to be tossed aside. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. Stacking the wood beside the fire pit, she watched as a little creature came at Maeva's call. Her head tilted slightly. She'd never seen such a creature before and, before she could help herself, wondered what it tasted like and what it looked like inside. It was obviously her companion, so she couldn't eat it. Pity.

Getting a little bored, Aslatiel patrolled around the area, waiting for a fire to be lit. There wasn't much else for her to do here. The corpse had been stripped of meat and skin. Perhaps she'd take the tail and put it in her parents bed as a prank. Wouldn't that be funny. "Could I have the tail, do you think?" She didn't want anything else for her time. Just the tail for a bit of a laugh.