Thunder Dome into the unknown

Raen had no idea what Not Mama Raen was saying yet, but it'd come in time. 

She was more focused on the idea that there were Little Raens and that was exciting. She bat at her brother, crouching and grrr-iping for playtime. If they weren't old enough to play, brother could play. Play! 

She wuffed excitedly, high-pitched and stared at him with eager eyes. 

Play with me! They're not very interesting anyway. The youngest daughter whined.