Hoshor Plains outside the life you know

Her eyes squinted against the brightness. The shadow of her mother's form helped with that but the way the grasses reflected the sun was almost blindingly painful for the coy-pup who'd spent her entire life up to this point within the darkness of the den. She was hesitant and not overly eager to explore the world. Strange things were strange. Gathering up the courage to make those strange things normal things was not something she desired for quite yet.

Lost in her own little world of discomfort, she was torn away from her self cringing at the scent of blood. Another stranger, one she was certain she'd seen looking at them here and there, arrived with a rabbit. The metallic tint upon the air tickled her instincts. She yipped to her sister who examined the corpse. Was it safe? What was it? Would it eat them? She didn't know. Sart continued to linger within the tangle of her mother's legs, cautious.