Redhawk Caldera it rained on your parade

I'm back!  Sorry for the hold-up!  Gonna go ahead and have Raven pass out too so this thing can be archived. :)

The little blackbird basked in the attention of her mother for a few moments, once the pestilent Wildfire had been removed from the scene.  She enjoyed the feeling of the soft, warm tongue that passed in cleansing strokes over her cotton-fuzz coat, and an assortment of giggles and squeaks escaped her tiny maw in the process.  After a few moments, her mother scooched her over near Wildfire -- who was now growing still and quiet after the ruckus of the moments prior -- and Raven did the same.  With a large yawn, she cozied up alongside her fire-coated sister and began to drift on the fuzzy currents of sleepiness.