Redhawk Caldera Yankee Bayonet

@Peregrine or @Fox! Siblings welcome too!

Still blind and deaf to the world around him, Whip's life was horribly monotonous. In his first week of life, he could bring himself to do the five S'es: suckle on mother (his personal favorite), sleep, squirm, squeak, and shit. He did all of these things on a regular basis, surely to the chagrin of his mother and father who's job was the clean up behind him.

Having had their fill from mother, the Redhawk pups slept in pile; each keeping the other warm with body heat. Whip, however, stirred from his slumber as a strange gurgling, eventually giving way to pain, took place in the pit of his stomach. Gas.

Blindly, he pulled himself away from the pile of siblings and squirmed onto the open floor of the whelping den. There he lifted a tiny tail and found sweet release, thus filling the den with the smell of gassy puppy.