Brave did not quite like being in a den any more either. The den had once been a place of warmth and comfort. Yet now only seen as a place of suffocating darkness and entrapment. A place where screams and heinous laughter echoed off its walls and she had been trapped and trampled.

She did well to linger outside of the densite just as her brother did and found herself being able to rest much more fully at ease as the cool breeze whipped through her fur, as the sun warmed her pelt. Today however it was overcast and gloomy and the girl found herself restlessly chewing on a stick as she teethed instead of resting.

A rest which stopped abruptly at the sight and sound of others and Ewan's quick and aggressive retort. Very little of what Stardust was saying stuck, besides one thing- Mama? Friends found mama?