Redhawk Caldera and a happy new year [birth]

Oriole slid from the birth canal with a wet plop, the soft impact of which was enough to stir him into rancor. What began first as mewls of discomfort grew into cries and then screeches of instinctive gluttony as his stomach grew tight and he got cold, cold, colder. Though soon the den began to fill with warm bodies, he wailed on all the same, for even when his was warm he was still hungry. Sausage shouts lots.