Hoshor Plains outside the life you know

She'd had no desire to escape. The confines of her home den were warm and comfortable. She liked nestling next to the bodies of her siblings and maintaining the relative peace that somewhat surrounded them. Somewhat. Her sister had a knack for exploring and squirming, something Sart didn't share with her, but she appreciated the times when they all curled into a puppy pile and shared a few z's.

Today was different. Today the coyote known as mother was herding them towards the large bright opening in their tiny world. The last time she'd poked her nose in that direction, she'd been pelted by rain and had made her best effort to avoid that area. Today, the world was lighter, brighter and she was being ushered towards it.

Sart squeaked in protest as she was nudged outside. Her sister instantly took to exploring and Sart lingered beneath her mother's feet, shying towards them as she used her mother as a shield from this outside world. Her eyes were narrowed, tiny slits of her eyes trying to adjust to the brightness of the sun as she lingered within her mother's shadow.