Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

I never use the game forecast LOL

Code name Troublepaws protested when he was snatched up, squirming and worming and wriggling and squawking. If he could have, he would planted his little canine right in his father's lip, but he simply could not reach anything with his not-so-mighty jaws. So he continued to writhe until his eyes, from behind his sealed lids, were met with a brightness he had never known, and until the spring breeze whisked through his fur and touched his skin. He stopped.

His folded ears quivered and his nose twitched as he tried to make sense of these new things. It felt different. He could, in a way, feel the expanse of the world around him, so different from the dark confines of the den. It even smelled different. He could not yet discern all the individual scents for they meant nothing to him, but he could tell that they were separate from the ones he did know.

He could not see, but his head turned side to side as if he could, and his paws kicked as if swimming in water. What was this strange place! He wanted to know.