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Even though she was only a month old, Blixen was growing fast. Already her coordination was improving, and she was able to toddle along in awkward, stomping steps as she chased sunbeams and insects that floated past the den entrance. She'd been outside a few times since her eyes and ears opened, but not for extended excursions and definitely without her mama or nomi beside her. But she desired, with a mighty need, to see more of the great wide open that her parents called home. The world around her was expanding rapidly—just as swiftly as she was growing, the more she needed to consume, both visually and physically. 

Something rustled behind her and she swung her tiny head around to watch as her mama rose and stepped past them into the bright April sun. Blixen, bold as all get out, bounded out of the den and reached up to lick at her mother's face with a whine of excitement. She wasn't sure if Artaax or Robin would share her enthusiasm for these little adventures, but she wasn't sure if she cared, either. Unfortunately, she wasn't yet developed enough to understand these emotions for what they were; her brain worked in simple urges, still. Follow mama, kiss mama, chase this, chase that. 

"M-aaam." she giggled.