Hoshor Plains don't let your fears win

It was very evident by now that Sart hadn't the slightest idea as to what was actually going on. It was very fortunate for both of them that Regipre's cognitive skills were significantly more developed in that she was able to comprehend the situation. Sart was still back at square one with trying to wrap her mind around what "winter" was. Considering she was a summertime baby, she didn't have much understanding of the word "cold". At her age, she also didn't really understand the concept of life or death, so that one went over her head too.

He elaborated as to what a sanctuary was. It wasn't edible. It was a place. That seemed significantly less fun than what she was hoping for and then it seemed significantly more real. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together as Regipre asked if their mother and brother could come along. Her eyes stole back towards the den, but their brother must have been still hiding in the shadows. Wait. Were they going somewhere? With this wolf?

She tucked herself behind her sister and waited for Regipre to sort things out.