the rest of our lives

Amalia was bored. She?d been stuck inside this den for so long, and now she was big, now she wanted to see the world and chase flutterbys (butteflies) and learn where all the weird smells came from. The appearance of father put a giddy grin onto her pretty, russet-kissed face, little tail wagging out behind her. "Da!" she cooed, pleased to see the appearance of her father. She was wiggling excitedly, perhaps knocking into her brothers while she did so, but Amalia was an excitable sort of child with a refreshing enthusiasm for life and all things beautiful.
The question her mother gave proved to be too much, and after a swift kiss to her head she was up, standing upon wobbly legs as she smiled excitedly. "I wantas essplore!" she said, practically jumping up and down with a giddy sort of joy. "Qwinny, Casssyyy, c?monnnn," she whined, impatiently nuzzling Cassius before turning to attempt to pull on Qunitus?s ear. Maybe she hadn?t been waiting all that long, but she was antsy, and she wanted to know what existed beyond the reaches of their den.