Redhawk Caldera Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out?

Phox had been asleep (twitching, as always) when he was awoken by the milk-vomit of his lovely sister. It had, fortunately, only covered his front feet, and so he did what he always did whenever he encountered something new: he tasted it. Surprisingly (or maybe not-so-surprisingly) it didn't taste too bad. In fact, Phox continued to lick his front paws, grooming himself for the very first time and managing to get a mini snack out of the ordeal. Once that was finished, he began to push himself forward, eventually booping his snoot into Towhee.