She didn’t yet understand that violence could actually bring harm. Though the squeals of her siblings when she sunk her teeth into them excited her, she didn’t know empathy—she felt nothing but excitement, so surely her actions weren’t harmful. Besides, she’d always get her way then anyway.
Her head turned at the soft sound of grass being crushed beneath someone’s paws, bristling and eyeing the stranger warily. She spoke, accusatory. The hybrid girl pouted, displeased at such a tone.
“Killed it?” Elvira repeated, unsure of the meaning. Had she broken her toy so easily? Even the stuffed things that her mother brought home for her stood up easier than the butterfly had.
Mainly, she was just disappointed that her entertainment had so quickly come to an end.