Redhawk Caldera my toes is froze.

She could almost taste the tension in the air, though Towhee couldn't hope to comprehend it. She went limp when Lagan gathered the pups against himself, happy to be coddled for the moment. Phox was still close by, which gave her comfort. She felt the vibrations in Lagan's body as he spoke. Towhee couldn't really see in the deep gloom, nor was her face turned toward the older pup's, yet she just knew his lips would be moving. Even without auditory cues, she was beginning to understand what speech was and how it worked. When the adults' mouths moved, the vibrations happened, and vice versa.

Eventually, she wriggled free from the Omicron's grasp and plopped to the floor. Picking herself up with a little grunt and shake, Towhee squinted and began navigating through the darkness. Although the small bit of fear sitting in the pit of her belly dampened her appetite, she nonetheless sought Raven, as much for comfort as for sustenance. But no matter how much she bumbled about the sunless cavern, Towhee couldn't locate the wet nurse.

She did bump into Finley. Frustrated and disconsolate, Towhee pressed her face into her godmother's soft, pale chest. She murmured unhappily, rubbing her face back and forth, then drew back to look up at the Alpha female's face, blue eyes wide, damp and beseeching.