Neverwinter Forest welcome to neotokyo

Alright, so the birthing den had been pretty much all she'd ever known. It was nice. It was warm, and filled with her lovely squishy siblings, and mummy, who she adored. But the more and more she spent hiding out inside of the den, the less and less she liked it. Yes, it was warm and nice, but it was getting to be too small; her siblings were too loud and boisterous for her, so most of the time Eimear would hide out away from them, which was hard when they lived in this glorified hovel. She basked in contentment when they'd go venturing out in to the Big Wide World. Eimear would find some peace and quiet for a time, until their return anyway. 

Today, she'd given up any plans to nap, or to hide away, and was actively pacing about the mouth of the den. On a previous excursion Eimear had encountered not one, but two strangers, and she was loathe to do the same today — but the cramped nature of the den was getting on her very last nerve, and as resilient as the girl appeared to be, she just couldn't stand it anymore. And finally, when she thought she heard her siblings waking up from their impromptu naps behind her, she thought of fleeing the den entirely before they noticed her presence — because that would only lead to their playing, and their tugging, and their noise, of which the placid Eimear was not a fan.

She turned briefly to observe the motion at the back of the den, seeing someone reaching with their paws and hearing them squeak a yawn, and took it as her cue. She bolted from the den mouth and into the beams of summer light, her tawny body glimmering with warm golds and deep bronze, some of which were quite dark and new, as her guard hairs had begun to sprout finally. As Eimear bumbled away from the den and in to the forest proper, she let out a gleeful little gasp, and collapsed against a firmly rooted tree like some sort of escaped convict. It didn't occur to her just yet that home (the den) was very far away, nor that she didn't exactly know where she'd run off to. The fact that it was warm, and bright, and quiet, made up for any doubts that would later arise. Maybe.