maybe one of the sibs can pop in here?
Flowers or no flowers, Maera would not be stopped from exploring her new home. The biggest mistake she had ever made was to neglect the world outside the four walls of the den while still at the Creek. She had been a victim of her own laziness, her own lethargy had been the one who cut her wings. It was only now that she was millions of miles away, that she missed the flowers and muddy puddles of the Creek. She would not make the same mistake again.
She had woken up in record time. There was no complaining or grunting, it was as if she had taken off a metaphorical pijama that contained the source of her lazy-nature and she had dressed herself in determination.
With her eyes wide open and her tail wriggling in the air, she tip-toed to the den's entrance, carefully placing her clown feet so that she wouldn't disturb her slumbering and non-slumbering siblings. Once outside, the little girl craned her neck and glued her nose to the ground. Then she began pacing the surrounding area of the den's mouth, ocassionally snorting up dirt or little pieces of hair left behind.