Redhawk Caldera Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?

Tagging for reference. ^__^

The wet nose was jerked out of his mouth, and Fidget squeaked in response. Seconds later, a sneeze (though definitely not his own) made its way into his mouth, and he began coughing. It was, perhaps, the first time he had found something to be legitimately unpleasant. All the fussing had brought about the attention of @Elwood, the one and only conscious adult in the den. He licked Phox's face (and Towhee's), which was a pleasant feeling, and once again, the little dude was back to feeling neutral and normal about the world. The coughing had subsided, and Fidget was content. Not that it meant he would stop moving.

His little tail wriggled, and once again he set off, swimming more than crawling, toward the pile of puppies. He booped into one of the other ones, who screeched, then crawled on top of the pile as if he were playing king of the mountain.