Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

Regipre ignored her, but that was fine. She was content to paw at and nibble upon the grass for an unforeseeable amount of time. She found that if she chomped on the tall stalks just right, she could wrinkle the blades beneath her teeth. She laughed. Now the grass was all bent and funny looking. Eww. And now she had a funny taste in her mouth.

She stuck her tongue out, letting it hang to the open wind as she tried to figure out what to do with that taste. It'd been alright the first time she'd munched and now it was simply too much. She pranced around until she found a rock and licked it. There. Much better. She licked it again and again until the taste was gone, but her sister uttered a word that made her freeze altogether.

"Wolf." Where? She lifted her head, sniffing the air instinctively, but she was too inexperienced to make heads or toes of the smells. Instead, she turned her gaze in the same direction of Regipre's and found a black wolf headed straight towards them. Sart yipped in alarm as she turned to run, was met with a face full of tall grass, then spun in circles and barked in panic as she couldn't quite decide where to flee to.