Atara was strong, almost dubiously so in comparison to the siblings she would never recall. Ahead of the expected growth markers and gaining motor skills swiftly, she was proving to be a capable, mobile child. Even the bright light filtering in through the long throat of the den did nothing to inspire hesitation. What was there to be scared of, when one was so deeply cared for, right in the cradle of Paradise itself?
She stretched her dark, healthy limbs and regarded the exit, already-risen ears twitching with attention. It had been a bit since she had last seen her father, the kind of long that was only so to a toddler, and her thoughts began to circle around the singular idea of getting out. She was always blocked from doing so, but... what if she explained herself properly this time, used more of those 'muh' sounds that her mom seemed to like so much?
Atara made up her mind in moments, springing up onto her paws and beelining for that sunny world Jethro always disappeared into. If anyone moved to stop her, they would get an earful of puppy babbling.