Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

The butterfly flitted in and out of her view. Fascinated by the way it bobbed and weave through the air, Sart chased after it, hopping and pawing at it here and there as it winged its way around their home. She took after it in one direction. It switched it's path and she bounded after the butterfly. With playful yips and pounces, she slowly forgot her fears of being too far from the den's entrance and eventually became more comfortable with being outside. As the butterfly flew too far away, she found herself exhausted and plopped herself down in the shade of the tall grasses.

Her sister was wide eyed and alert. With Regipre on the lookout, Sart knew she had little to nothing to fear. She entertained herself with a long stalk of grass. Her tiny teeth nommed upon it, chewing upon it as the blade split and filled her mouth with grass juices. She released the grass, licking her chops as she tried to rid herself of the taste in her mouth before she decided that she liked it. She barked once to her sister as she rolled, paws up in the patch of grass before she nibbled on another blade. Come try this...

Sart was oblivious to any onlookers. Lost in her own little world, she did not notice the scraggly shadow of a wolf who lingered nearby. She was content to play and eat grass and a number of other silly things her sister would no doubt frown upon, but things that were fun to her none the less.