The Sunspire you are my sunshine

Ibis was not an adventurous creature; the furthest she had ever been from her mother had been just outside the den, and even in those moments she wasn't far from an adult. Today, things were only marginally different. She still did not want to be far from her immediate family, but the sun was out in full force, and Ibis was baited out of the den because of it. She liked how warm it was, how bright, and the way her fur seemed to glow when directly under it — it spotlighted her as she crept from the cool den, and within moments the little one was dancing about, skipping and prancing in the light with laughter on her tongue. She saw how her paws left prints behind, and retraced them again and again, until she was too warm to bother, and plopped down in the shade of the entryway.