Blackfeather Woods Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

She was content, that early morning. Perhaps it was why her noises were at a minimum, babbling quietly to herself as she suddenly found herself moving, eyes wide as she glanced around her. Her world was growing by the minute, this newness too interesting to screech and cry. A light tap from her brothers paw had her babble a little louder, and she paused to reach up to him, however, her mother pushed her onward. They went at a good pace for one's to young, and approached the edge of the territories, which became closer and closer.