Hoshor Plains outside the life you know

Regipre followed her mother out of the den, blinking in the bright sunlight but otherwise showing no trepidation whatsoever about stepping outdoors for the first time. Her fuzzy little head turned as she squinted at her surroundings. Her expression remained blank as she took a few steps, then dropped her tiny snout to begin sniffing around. She didn't even bother sticking close to Tomahawk, though she did not try to make a run for it. She just circled the area within roughly two yards of the den mouth, cataloging its every feature and more or less ignoring her mother and siblings as she did so.