Noctisardor Bypass it might be the chasing dynamic

Her lower lip trembled as she stared down at the limp, pitiful little body of the squished, bloodied vole. Kikimora struggled to understand it all: why she'd wanted to hurt it, why she hadn't thought to stop herself. Her gaze grew glassy and she bit back the tears.

She was just a little thing with huge feelings.

Kikimora scrunched her nose, ears splaying at the awful sound of Druid crushing delicate bone between teeth. When she withdrew, she saw that the tiny rodent no longer gasped and twitched. Kikimora had never seen a dead thing. Part of her wanted to investigate but more than anything, she wanted to remove herself from the situation entirely.

Her mother explained that she would do better in future - that there was training to be had. Kikimora blinked up with her watery gaze into the Den Mother's face, sad but trusting.