Jacy was getting tired of the cramped den, and more and more lately he'd felt they were meant to go out into the light where mom went. There were voices out there, and good smells and the promise of more. Besides, his siblings were getting on his nerves, always wriggling about and squeaking. He longed to be free, to have space, to follow mom when she went wherever it was she went sometimes.
And he was big now. He could handle it.
So finally he decided he was going to do it. When mom went out, Jacy straightened up and boldly went after her. It was bright; so bright. He squinted and looked around, trying to identify the blurs. "Maaaaaam," he complained, unsteadily toddling forward and looking for her while his eyes adjusted.