Blackfeather Woods here we go,

Even at two months old, the girl was a rifling mess. While unusually calm when it came to naptime, she had a great difficulty keeping still during the day. As soon as she realized that something was even a fraction different around her she just couldn't focus. Instead the wiggling ball of jumping joy bounced up as best she could from her sleepy slumber of her siblings and made her way to the entrance. It was a little slow, mind you, but she was creeping towards that bright, shiny light like no tomorrow - ain't no one was going to tap her down and roll her back. She was the wind and she was strong! A grimace put upon her face as though she were braving a blizzard as she traipsed to the entrance. She was female and she was bold!

@Moonshadow