Mother had told us that we had brothers and a sister in different places and that we would go visit them as soon as we were big enough but I wasn't ready for that anyways. Every time I peeked out of the den and saw the treeline where she said we could travel, a generous portion of land in my tiny opinion, I grew timid. Brother was bolder than I was but he made me feel safe. I figured it was because he was a boy and boys seemed much larger than girls, just like father was larger than mother, yet I couldn't imagine anything bad happening to mother. Thor follows close at my heels as I stand at the entryway, staring at the world in wonder and unable to help myself from peeking out. "I don't know," I say uncertainly, glancing at his bright eyes which are burning with excitement. It relaxes me only some and I want to be that brave sister that would match him. But it is hard - there is so much out there and I am so small compared to it.

Going outside gets easier with each step, especially knowing that the den is right behind me. If anything comes charging out of the trees I can race back to safety because nothing will come into the den. Of that I am certain even if there is no concrete proof that it is true. Mother and father were always about - they would sense danger and come protect me. I wasn't worried too much about Thor, he didn't seem to care about what was out there and for that he was brave. A yelp leaves my muzzle as I feel him crashing down on me and we roll and spin in the grass. It is uncomfortable but my ears pin back and I bite at his neck in retaliation, kicking at him with a low growl that turns into a giggle. I cannot stay mad at him for long even if he did scare the daylights out of me.

It is when I roll over that I spy the butterfly, racing towards it with a wagging tail. I know that Thor doesn't care about bugs but I find them fascinating and this one is pretty. I don't know if mother cared that he squished them or if she just didn't like him doing it in front of me because I got mad at him. I wasn't really worried about them as a sentient life being, I just wanted a chance to observe them but he felt the need to squish them before I could look. It made me mad, although I always forgave him. His whiny voice catches my attention and I glance over my shoulder at him, jerking my head back as the butterfly throws itself up in the air and out of reach. My ears flick back in annoyance as I turn but then I grin, finding that I don't feel so much fear anymore.

"Okay, but we can't go far brother," I caution, racing towards him and bounding past him with a grin before slowing so that he can lead the way. I would get us lost and I didn't know what brother wanted to do anyways but it would be harmless fun, wouldn't it?