Herne, unlike his brother, had been less than curious about the world outside. For the frail thing, the cave had been enough to explore, enough to learn about. There was a lot to find, just within this small space, and he had not done enough wandering within their small space to properly build up muscle mass. He was still scrawny, bones sharp against his skin despite the plentiful nutrients available within their home.
He was reluctant to move, bicolored eyes wide as his mother spoke of them leaving the den. As his mother and father both cajoled himself and his siblings to leave, still Herne hung back, waiting until Aslan had begun to move towards the exit to raise shakily to his paws. The unfamiliar weight of his body would throw him off for a moment, but before long Herne was making careful steps towards the edge of their home. He would stand still at the edge, casting a nervous glance up at his mother for a long moment.
It was time.
Taking another hesitant step, Herne ignored the slight shaking in his limbs as he left his home behind, head tilting back to take in the sudden assault of new scents and sounds and sights. Flopping back on his haunches, the boy would remain silent, gazing in wonder (and slight fear) at the vast world that he had discovered.
