Redhawk Caldera All my used liquor bottles are on display

Unlike his loudmouth sister, Nightjar wasn't so adventurous. It was a long day for him, and he was still wailing loudly from the assault on his nonexistent sense of hearing, after all. He couldn't know that's what she'd done, and so he curled in tighter on himself, even as that particular limb of the entity withdrew.

When another limb moved in smoothly to prod at him, the ailing Nightjar reacted with a surprisingly strong kick of his left hind leg. His head still hurt, damn it! and did they really need to be probing him right now? If either Beta could look past his screwed up face and his loud yips—which no doubt his parents would soon save them from—they would know that, if he could think, he would've felt rather guilty for possibly pummeling one of them.

Instead, he felt rather relieved for having fended off a possible threat with the flailing of his limbs, and his yips decreased in volume about half a step.