they can haunt me all they want

Things had changed drastically since Sirius and Zee had squirted out their second litter. Aslatiel had hated them with every fiber of her being. These days, she simply didn't have the time to care. Briar was the only one that had made an effort to get to know her, and so Briar was her favorite. Asla no longer hated the others, she just didn't care. She didn't feel any familial pull towards them because they were strangers, in a sense. Leagues apart.

Cresting a hill while out hunting, Aslatiel came upon one of the second batch of Fatalis children. Having not made a point of getting to know them or seeking them out, Asla hadn't realized just how fat O...pheeelia(?) had gotten. Becoming this rotund didn't happen overnight, and Asla wondered just when the girl had begun to gorge herself. It was a pity. Beneath all of the filth, she was one of the prettier ones in the batch.

Seeing the girl huffing and puffing as though she was ready to keel over, Asla couldn't just continue on by. Giving her galactic gaze a roll, she padded forward. Grey ears flicked forward as the cream colored fae came up beside her younger sister. "You look half dead," the woman spoke, never pulling any punches. "Are you alright? Want to go get a drink? There's a stream over this way." Being the seasoned huntress that Asla was, she'd been here many times and knew the place fairly well. Perhaps wetting her tongue and cooling off would do well for the girl's current state, but Asla didn't even know how to begin working on her mental state. Something had to push her into getting this out of shape.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"