For a moment, his mother does little to ease his worries. Sans listened intently as she described how his own grandmother was killed. At once, his active mind forced the young wolf to see the image of Viora laying in a pool of her own blood. He violently shook his head to purge the scene. Big, blue eyes gazed longingly up at his mother. To Sans, his family was his life. The idea of losing any of them filled him with dread. Seeing her child in such a state of discomfort, Viora leaned down and nuzzled him gently, her words soft and reassuring. Leaning into her, he smiled as she licked his forehead and offered a small, puppy whine. She was right. The pack was safe and so long as they all stayed, nothing bad could happen.

The plan worked. Sans was lazy, there was no getting around that fact. He cared little for his own actions, but he would move mountains for his family. Should they need him and he was unable to provide, what kind of brother and son would he be? As the oldest, he had a responsibility. Putting his apathy on the back burner for the moment, Sans trotted beside his mother and listened carefully to her instructions. Following her example, he thrust his tiny nose into the air and took several breaths. Dozens of smells fired in his nostrils, but none of them seemed to be what they were looking for. When she spoke of wandering around until he happened to stumble across something his ears drooped. It all sounded so hard, but he was determined to learn.

At the mention of rabbits, he perked up a bit and allowed his thick tail to wag. "Yes! I tried to catch some the other day with Vayrus. I think I remember where they were. Follow me!"

With that he was off. His little legs bound over the tall grass along the mountain side. He had never travelled far from the den, so the journey didn't take them long. Turning around the bend, he spotted the open clearing with its small bundle of bushes towards the center. Of course, the rabbits had heard him coming long before they spotted him and had bolted down into their escape holes. Sliding to a halt, he gazed around but saw none of the fuzzy creatures. Sniffing the air, he could smell their fear. They were here all right. Turning, he waited for his mother to show him the next steps. Maybe this hunting thing wasn't so bad after all!