The second Fiadh stood and dislodged the golden puffball from her teat, there was an uproar. High pitched, baby uproar. Ksyusha did not yet have a grasp of words but by the five she was going to give the world a piece of her mind, this was an outrage! Injustice! She was going to wither away to nothing! (Lies, she's the fattest one of the bunch)

Her sisters were leaving her too!

Well that just won't do, so on little, wobbly footsteps, Ksyusha went forward. Towards the sound of Мама, sniffing at the air for direction and overcompensating her steps, she has crawled this way before but this thing called walking? New, exciting! Now the sharp nose of Ma surely won't push her away from the fresh scents and bright lights of the unknown, she's too fast! (it's taking her forever to even get to the trio)

Seeing this as her chance to explore further than she's ever been before, she toddles past Dimitri , past Valeska, pumping into the golden fur of Amaranth that she had thought was the exit of her little world. Ksyusha babbled up her complaints, looking up at the figure she couldn't see clearly. What was this, the 'babushka'? Ba. Bab Bab

You're bab now, Amaranth.