Who am I, really?

It was dark when she opened her eyes, the stars where faint and distant, blocked out by the roof of their den. She had liked it better when they had slept in the open with her Uncles and Aunties near by – they had provided her with entertainment when she couldn't sleep and in the open she had found it so much easier to sneak away. All the same, she was wide awake now and she knew her tossing and turning would disturb her sister. It felt too hot in the den anyway, too crowded and too many warm bodies around her. She needed some space, some air to breath and the the open sky above her.

Wriggling and sneaking through her parents limbs, trying not to wake her sister wasn't easy but she managed to succeed. She found the exit of the den and slipped outside, instantly feeling a cool wind on her fur. She sighed, and pressed her nose to the chill of it, shaking off the feel of heat left wherever parts of her sleeping family had touched her. She took another step forward, this time a spring in her step as she contemplated the freedom before her, and her successful escape.