Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

She watched her sister playing from a distance, eyes sharp and expression blank. Occasionally, she glanced away to study something or other on the dry summer plains, yet always her pale blue gaze found its way back to the giggling, frolicsome Sart. The two of them couldn't have been more different. Reggie found her litter mate's behavior silly, even stupid, though she still felt an ineffable bond with the other little girl, as she did with their brother as well. She was keeping watch, lest something come along and attack Sart while she was busy losing her head... like the black wraith that had slain their father.

She hadn't really known he was their father, nor did Regipre particularly care about his fate, just like she didn't really concern herself with the wolves that had disappeared. Tomahawk and her pups were scratching out a fair existence on the lonesome plains and Reggie just kept learning and growing. She wasn't very childlike at all and spoke one word for every five hundred Sart and Papref babbled, though the little gift was nonetheless very intuitive, not to mention particularly observant and perceptive for one so young.

The little coyote thought she heard footfalls further out on the plain and her fawn head turned that way, ears twisting to better capture the sound. One of them then bent backward, toward Sart, even as she remained vigilant. The moment she sensed any sort of threat, Regipre would raise the alarm. She knew her jumpy sister would be quick to take cover, leaving Reggie to determine whether she was facing friend, foe or nothing at all.