Dragoncrest Cliffs the island gives us what we need, and no one leaves

@Raleigh

Blixen was growing fast, and already she'd exhausted all points of interested in the main cavern chamber. Today found her lying on her back, legs limp, and tail uncharacteristically motionless. Her tiny lips were turned down in a frown, and even Robin's enthusiastic growls as he chewed on one of the bones nomi had brought them wasn't enough to excite her. She didn't really have a word for how she felt—sad didn't really cut it. She wasn't crying, or feeling hopeless. Really, she was just bored. There existed a finite amount of external stimulation here that Blixen could find joy in, and she'd gone through them all in the month since moving to the communal den. From the neat rock formations, to the smells, to the weird plants somehow growing in the darker corners.

A tiny pink tongue flicked out from between her lips to lick clumsily at her jowls, and she rolled onto her stomach with a huff. Robin didn't so much as look up at her as he dug the marrow out of the bone with his increasingly accurate attempts. She pinned her ears and looked away, feeling torn between wanting to selfishly claim the bone for herself or leave him be. But neither thing would bring her any amount of happiness so she dropped the idea entirely.

Instead her attention was drawn to the well-traveled incline that led back out into the forest and her heart began to pound. There was a whole world out there that she'd barely seen save for her excursions with nomi and mama, but they were always so structured and she was restricted to the immediate area around her parents. Not that they were cruel or unfair but Blixen yearned, desperately, to explore Drageda in its entirety. 

She shot a quick glance to Robin, and found he'd faced away from her—likely in an effort to obscure her view of the bone, and discourage any attempts to chase him off it. She grinned and army crawled forward a few feet, pausing only when Robin's activity ebbs, until she reaches the bend. Once out of sight, she bolted for the entrance and emerged into the dappled sunlight of the redwood forest and didn't stop running until she was a few dozen yards down the well-traveled path. 

The summer sun was bright, but thankfully shaded, and she looked around with wide eyes. It was the first time she'd ever struck out on her own, and she didn't think twice of the potential danger her parents had warned her of. Blixen continued on down the path with a spring in her step and a wag to her tail.