Redhawk Caldera All my down and outs

The Firebird cubs had once more been led out into the patch of grass just outside the den. The sun was brilliant as it contributed to the warmest day of the year thus far, and meltwater ran in rivulets from the shadows of trees. Fox hovered nearby, watching the pups and making sure none of them wandered off. Raven and Wildfire were tussling in the shade of a bush, and Nightjar was alone, sprawled out and sunning himself like a cat.

Making a sound between a mewl and a yawn, the boy rolled himself onto his back and stared up at the sky with his paws curled over his chest. "Bah bah bah," he began to sing to the clouds above, his newly opened ears pricking at the sound of his own voice, as they had been for the past week. Surely, the sky could understand everything he was trying to say, but even then, his own excitement mounted and he began to "talk" louder: "Bah! BAH!"