Much of her time was spent lingering in the yawning mouth of the den, staring outward and memorizing every little detail about her home. She'd encountered so many things since being permitted to go to where the light came from. Dozens of bugs, hundreds of smells, the sight and sound of the Draw's trees, squirrels and birds and thousands of other things. The stimuli was still overwhelming enough that Lacey napped many times a day, but she was learning very quickly what was her world.
A light rain sprinkled Charred Ash Draw that afternoon. Lacey sat under it in the muddy den entry, staring up at the gloomy sky and blinking with tiny giggles or snorts whenever a raindrop broke against her nose or eyelids. Her thin tail thumped the ground eagerly behind her as she took a step out, then another, heedless of the den rules for a few moments while the rain captured her fancy.