She did understand, if that was what her mother doubted. If she couldn't explain it to someone then that meant she didn't understand it. She could easily tell someone the cycle of butterflies, but who? Alright, so there wasn't anyone who she could explain it to, but she did understand it.
In a soft and gentle voice, her mother would ask what she was thinking about. Of course, she was thinking of something, in fact many things ran through her thoughts. She would reply with her largest, most strangest thought that didn't seem to leave her mind.
"I was just thinking if pups could make cocoons and come out as wolves," She would say with a smile as she glanced up at her mother, a faint chuckle coming to her maw. It was quite humorous imagining Aslan, Herne and herself making dens and soon coming out as adults. That would never happen, even if she was in a rush to grow up. She finished with a sigh. "But we grow...slowly."
