Redhawk Caldera A-a-and clean this place up or dungeon!

If Phox had noticed one less sibling in the den, he didn't show it. Fidget was rather oblivious to the world, all things considered, though he did have unending curiosity about his surroundings. When he wasn't scooting across the floor exploring every nook and cranny, he was putting anything and everything in his mouth. Hair, tails, teats, dirt, rocks—you name it!

When Raven got up, he had been investigating her toenail, his tiny mouth and tongue glomming (that's totally a real word) it and covering it with slobber. His latest investigation pulled away, and Phox wobble-crawled to the warm spot where Raven had been laying, and his nose bumped into then hanging Titmouse, causing him to sneeze.