Redhawk Caldera the ballad of mr. steak

The smallest of the four had rolled onto his back and flailed his four legs wildly in the air. He then squeaked, and Fox nudged him right side up. She wasn't *that* cruel. Once that was taken care of, Fox watched the one with the black mask continue to move forward. Perhaps he would be the adventurous one of the bunch. He did not seem disheartened by the fact that he had not run into food or warmth. She wouldn't let him go on for much longer, namely because he couldn't regulate his own body temperature for very long.