Redhawk Caldera Things things things

It was a rare moment — but the little screech owl was almost asleep. Then his sister-mom's nose went and booped him, which pushed all the indications of such a thing out of his pea-brain. The boy wiggled, scrunching his little nose, and then reached with all the force he could muster to try and thwack Raven (or maybe Eljay, if he was near enough) with all his tiny limbs. How very dare you! He would've shouted, had he known any sort of language. And then he did what he does best: screamed bloody murder.