Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

When Sart didn't calm down but instead ran in circles while barking like a fool, Reggie growled again, louder this time. "Stop it," she hissed quietly, even as the wolf closed in on them with cheery reassurances. Her ears fell back as his grizzled snout reached out toward her. She was torn between deference and self-preservation. She grimaced and whispered, "No touch." She hoped she wouldn't be punished.

When Sart screamed again, Regipre finally tore her eyes away from the wolf to bare her teeth and make a snipping motion in her sister's direction. "Be quiet," she warned quietly, then slowly returned her stonewashed gaze to the wolf. She had understood the question. The gift pondered a moment, then mutely bobbed her head.

"Mother hunts," she added lowly, glancing back at the lair. She saw Papref peek his little head out, then immediately retreat back into the den. Ignoring him, she returned her gaze to the black wolf and said to him, "Regipre." She dipped her snout toward her chest in a sort of formal curtsy, then pointed it toward her foolish sibling. "Sart."