walking a mile starts with the first step

Still laying on her back, the girl babbled back and forth with the skull for a bit. She then made it bite various objects within arms reach. This whole situation was boring, but she was here for moral support. Go Indy... or something like that. Yes, she was happy that her brother was learning and taking on responsibility, but Asla wasn't in a good place right now. Not mentally. This whole ordeal was just not something that she would ever choose to take part in.

Ears flicked as she listened to the words that her brother and the interloper shared. Interloper was a new word that she'd learned and she quite liked the way it sounded, so everyone that wasn't a pack wolf was indeed an interloper. Said interloper had completely ignored her, much to her chagrin. Asla had hoped for at least some sort of reaction either positive or negative. Oh well. Hopefully they would be done soon and she would be able to go off on her own again.