It was GREAT out here!

Magnolia had hovered in the entrance before, but their wobbly limbs and stressy Mother had kept them largely hugging the den until now; she was far too pleased to be able to bounce around and sniff things to worry Saga would shuffle them back inside -- it was never immediate, being pulled away from something Not Yet Allowed, so there was time to see how far she could push this new boundary. Would she listen to it? Hell to the no! But it was always good to know where you could act innocent, an idea that hadn't really solidified in the frosted Fox's mind but was inherently built into her conniving nature.

Laurel had no such time for testing. She took one look at Mama, turned, and ran in a way that was less playful than her last jaunt. Magnolia squealed with absolute delight and darted off after her littermate, glad for any reason to go further, faster! There were things to do! Places to see!

A small growl was the only warning she got, mid-stride, before a weight at her haunch made her faceplant. Her next squeal was full of rage, and she spluttered and stood just in time to see Mama haring off in another direction. She was FAST fast! Fast as the wind! Where the hell was she going? Not joining the game, apparently, but Magnolia had never seen her leave them alone! In fact, she wasn't sure there had ever been more than a few moments her dam even left her sight.
But Zacharie pulled ahead of her, and Magnolia was further emboldened. What did it matter if Saga didn't want to play, too, she was leaving them to do whatever they wanted!

She was now dead-last, but very clearly just happy to run at full-tilt, baying a happy sound after her siblings as she took up the rear of Laurel's flight path.