Dawnlark Plains Whied we leef home?

Definitely!

Tapat looked up his father's words and moved from under his belly to his side. He was small and the winds instantly tugged on his coat. He disliked traveling. Though there was some conflict within him. The traveling was something he disliked but he also remembered their home and the cave from which he was scared to get out of. He had been out of the cave for days now and nothing happened, at least nothing he could remember. So that would mean traveling was not so bad, and that he wasn't going to get hurt anymore. That soothed him.

He tried to keep up with the big steps of his dad. "My pawss awr cold," he responded. "Mai tail tooo," he added. "Anwd my noos. Anwd my earws." Tapat was never really one to complain. And now it was more like a statement than an actual protest. He could feel his paws, nose, ears and tail being cold from the wind and freezing temperatures around them. "When will we gwet to ouwr new home?"