The moment we've all been waiting for

The den was warm and cosy, had everything she could ever want and need. But as the days passed and she grew, though not to the same extent as her sister and brother, a lingering curiosity settled in her mind. Before she got close to acting upon her wayward thoughts, it seemed as though today was the day. Scooped up into the little carrying basket, Damira rested her chin on the wicker edge as she took in the unknown. Her dark eye had a bit of trouble adjusting to the sheer brightness of the world outside, but soon she could make it out well enough, and it was vast- unlike anything she could have cooked up with her own imagination. The dark of her nose twitched as the wind brought in a myriad of scents she couldn't even remotely recognise, let alone put a name to them. It was close to overwhelming, from the swaying of the basket to the feeling of her sister shift beside her, she was inching closer to a sensory overload but stopping just shy of it.

Finally, Daddy came to a stop and Damira tilted her head as she watched her siblings be scooped out of their baskets. Only to be carried out herself. She'd never been an overly talkative child, usually only speaking when one of her siblings was getting on her nerves or when she was spoken to by Mummy or Daddy, but she did pay close attention. If she was told not to venture too far, then...she wouldn't. Though if one of her siblings decided they wanted to test the boundaries then so be it, she would happily sit back and watch, observe what consequences might come their way.

Standing up a little straighter, she flicked her long tail. With how short she was, it was easy to step on it if not careful. Her siblings too were guilty of this, something she hissed at them often.