Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

Unlike Towhee, the next babe to drop like a turd out of the still living Fox did so with a great squall. As soon as his little head poked out and felt the air, he sucked in a moist breath and began to scream. He screamed as he came loose, he screamed as he hit the ground, and he screamed as the warm body of his birth mother came crashing to earth around him. Titmouse would keep on screaming and crying even as she began to cool. He only stopped when his potato mouth clamped down upon a muddy toe, and even then he seemed to murmur a great dislike about the entire thing around the digit. Happy birthday, you little shit.