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

Fidget batted at his brother with a tiny puppy paw, assuming that all the fuss was because he wanted to play. Eventually, Phox was nudged aside as the adults attempted to soothe the wailing child. Undeterred, the tiny black blob crawled back toward the vibrations he felt in the ground. He arrived just in time for his head to be showered in Tit's bloody phlegm. Whimpering at this new development, Phox was quickly cleaned off by the nearest conscious adult (the recently returned Raven) and moved to a teat, where he began drinking greedily.