Neverwinter Forest a tiny island in the sea

She was awake earlier than most days, and roaming, which itself was an oddity for the usually reserved little girl. It was always one of the other lumps that found their way outside; they were the rambunctious ones, eager to get on with their lives. Eimear was the opposite. She liked the dark of the den, the cool air and warm bodies that she could always find there.

Eimear thought vaguely of finding something to eat when she woke - stretching - but was immediately taken by surprise by the sensation of warmth across her toes. When her eyes opened a little more, she could see that somehow she'd sleep walked to the den's mouth. As she reached and felt her body stretch out, her little toes danced in the afternoon sun, and the dirt beneath the glare was warm and pleasant. 

This prompted her to get to her feet. Her belly dragged a little on the dirt, and she passed beneath the sunlight with a squint and the folding of her ears, as if the light was doing something unpleasant to her skin. She poked her head out of the den and sniffed nervously at the air, and then with a glance back in to the dark (within which she could see nothing, because the glare of the sun had briefly blinded her new eyes) Eimear slunk out of the den and in to the unknown.

Her paws carried her a few feet from the den mouth before she tripped on them, somersaulted partway across a discarded tree branch, and landed on her chin in the dirt. As she lifted her head up again she bawked and hiccuped, looking around, but could not identify which direction she had been coming from, or where she intended to go next. The forest was dense around her and she, new and filled with anxiety, could only sit on her little tush with her big bright eyes filled with confusion.